Today is exactly on year since I graduated college. This has, by far, been the absolute best year of my life and I am celebrating my aniversry in Grenada on a vacation with 5 really great people.
We woke up extra early today and met Kurlean at the bus on the hill. We exchanged the routine pleasantries that have come to be an inside joke with out team.
"Goodmorning Kurlean!"
"Okay!"
"Goodnight Kurlean!"
"Alright!"
Our first stop was St. Georges's Methodist cuhrch for their 7am service. Kim gave the sermon, Scott and Ezzie read scripture and I got mawled by the children while passing out books and crayons, pencils, paper, lollipops, bubble gum, more lollipops and more bubble gum.
We were quickly bussed to Worburn Mehtodist church to do the whole thing again. At worburn the youth group sang "Oh happy day" beautifully with an out of tune ancient guitar and the rain quickly tapping on the galvenized roof. Lunch was served at Mr. Lowe's house where him and his wife fed us organic spaghetti with all the ingredients pulled from their own garden. They also fed us fresh plantains, sweet potatoes, cashew fruits, wax apples, and mangoes... ofcourse. Then they took us on a tour of their garden where we got to watch their four dogs eat dropped soft mangoes and we met May, the donkey.
Mr. Ceasar and Mr. Winston then drove us home by way of St. George university a campus on the shore with black sand beaches and to another hot sand secluded Grenadian beach. Kurlean picked us up at our sterile apartment at 3:30pm for our tour around the island where we saw waterfalls with young boys shampooing their hair and rinsing it in the shower while their buddies showed their masculine prowess by jumping off the cliff into the water in front of their lady friends. All the while my brain was screaming "NO!"
We saw the view from the highest road in all of Grenada, 1,910 feet, above sea level, and walked through the rubble of what used to be the Methodist church with the best view in all the world before Ivan picked it up and crumbled it all over the valley like feta cheese. We drove around the island and waded in the warm Atlantic water in the cove while the sun went down.
Just before devotions Miss. Karen brought us over coconut cakes and wished us safe travels. We donated the rest of our EC's to her and the church and siad our goodbyes.
today was packed and fast and productive and delicious and I am tired and sad and anxious to be home. Yesterday I bought D saffron and Cory a steel drum. My souvinere is the tea towel with an embroidered pear on it that Ms. Baine gave me. Oh, and a bottle of Ting. "Goodnight!"
"Okay!" Amen.
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