Family Weekend Wrap-Up

After the fun we had with our island tour and tetanus shot adventure (refer to the last post if you missed it!) we did a few more Family Weekend activities.  First was Fish Friday.  Fish Friday is held in a town called Gouyave, which is the French word for Guava and pronounced like Guava without the last "a."  Despite the fact that by water Gouyave is only about 15 minutes away, it took over an hour to get there by bus.  There are no highways here, so the road goes through every little town, weaving back and forth and with lots of speed bumps.

Fish Friday is an activity that happens every week (on Friday...in case you missed that) where locals sell fish to visitors and other locals.  Basically it was a bunch of alleyways full of these little booths where locals were preparing and selling fish.  There were some floodlights and speakers blasting really loud music, basically it was just a big party.

Here we are in front of one of the smaller booths.  There were so many types of fish for sale here, whole fried fish (eyes and all), fish and chips, fish balls, fish spring rolls, crab, lobster, lambie (conch), and lots of other things I didn't recognize.



 

I got some fish and chips and Bryant tried half a grilled lobster.

 



 It was swimming in garlic butter, and he obviously liked it!  And it was only about 7:30 in these pictures, but the sun sets at about 6:20 here so that's why it looks like it's the middle of the night.

The next morning, we went to a brunch that served lots of local food as well as traditional brunch foods, but my favorite part was the inappropriate mints.

 It says, "I want you in my arms," and they all had similar messages on them.  It was almost like those little conversation hearts people eat on Valentine's Day.

They also had this top chef guy who showed us how to make some desserts.  He spent most of the time complaining about how the humidity ruined his desserts (he was from the less-humid Great Britain).

After brunch, Bryant studied the rest of the day until the evening's Sunset Barbecue.  It was held at the University Club, which is where I go swimming twice a week at SO Pool Day.

This is the view from a little wooden pier looking back at the Club.  Pretty, right?

And there's cute Bryant in front of the remnants of our sunset.



 

Last but not least, the set-up on the beach where we ate.  We got a great meal, saw some great dancing and drumming and Bryant and I even limbo-ed.  It was a great night and I'm sorry I didn't take more pictures!

Family Weekend Tour

Two weeks ago, Bryant's parents came to visit us here on our little island.  The second day they were here, I accompanied them on a tour of some of the island's attractions.  Our first stop was the de la Grenada spice plantation.  They had a small building where they bottled some syrups, jams, etc. and an arboretum which contained one of every plant they had on their plantation.

Here are the stairs we walked up to get to the arboretum.  Those stairs (and the rest of the paths) are paved with nutmeg shells!

Nutmeg shells!  They made incredibly loud sounds which, since we were at the back of the group, meant we didn't hear very much of what our tour guide said.  For example, we missed the explanation of this plant:

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that does say "Fat Pork."  Apparently it is a fruit?  There were two locals at the back with us who said it was like Thyme, but someone else said it was a fruit.  Had to take a picture of it, though.  Speaking of pictures I had to take, this one is just for you, Nikki:

You're welcome, dear. :)

This plant had these long fuzzy pink things on it.  There was no sign in front of it, so I couldn't tell you what it is, but I wanted to get a picture with it!

This is a ginger plant, and so is the next one.  I didn't know that ginger grew red like that, but they were some of the prettiest plants there.

This is a cocoa pod!  We later learned that they aren't ripe when they're green like that, they have to turn a purplish color first.

 



Al pretended to be picking it and the University photographer got a picture of him making a great face and posted it on their Facebook page.  He's famous!

 

Here is the "factory."  It was a huge room and there were just these three ladies.  Very slowly putting labels on jars.  Gotta love the Grenada work ethic!

After the factory and arboretum, we went to the Spice Basket for lunch and also walked through this little museum of Grenadian history.  Most of the museum looked something like this:

Yep, those are posters on the wall describing animals and some of the history.  There were also about 6 artifacts (most of them replicas) and a few maps.  And then we walked into the Cricket section.

Biggest room in the museum in addition to another smaller room all full of cricket (the game) memorabilia.  Glass cases full of things, shelves and shelves of trophies and artifacts, and on that far wall you can see a bunch of frames--those are individual portraits of their best cricket players.

Also an entire wall-length bookshelf where every single book was about cricket.  You can see what Grenada is really all about based on how they organized their museum!  Also, by looking at their stadium...

Yep, in a country where most people live in cement block buildings with little-to-no water flow and sometimes no doors, they built a HUGE stadium in which to play cricket.  To be fair, our tour guides say they "sometimes play football there" (football=soccer in case you forgot).

Our next stop was at Fort George.  Al and Alison were expecting it to be like most historic forts (i.e. restored with some museum-type rooms in it), but I knew better.  This is Grenada, people.

 

 

Here is the view looking up at the fort.  We climbed a long staircase to get up to the fort and the first thing you see at the top of the stairs is this:

 



 

 

This is the interior of a bathroom (the mirror and sinks are behind me in this photo) which contained three stalls, two labeled "Male" (there was another one to the left that didn't fit in the picture) and one labeled "Female."  At this point, does it really matter which stall I use?  My favorite part is that someone wrote "Out of Order" in marker on the door of the female stall and that there are two male stalls and only one female.  I'm betting whoever made this has never seen the lines for bathrooms at movie theaters or playhouses.  Always have twice as many female bathrooms if you can manage it!

 

Here is the top of the fort, complete with some old-school cannons.  That peninsula you can see in the background (the small one way back there) is where the school is located.

I'm surprised Alison joined me here!  This is on top of the wall of the fort (scroll back up to the first photo of the fort if you need to remember how tall these walls are) and she usually refuses to go near any drop-offs.  The view was great from the top of the wall, though, as this next picture shows:

The flag pole in the fort.  My hair is pulled up because it was so incredibly muggy that I was dripping and my hair was getting wet.

This is the basketball court that takes up the entire open section of the fort.  You read that correctly, the interior of the fort is a basketball court.  This is also where Maurice Bishop was assassinated.  He was pushed up against that wall to the right and shot along with some of his supporters.  The murder is what caused the people of Grenada to ask the Americans to come help, which led to the "invasion" of US troops in 1983.  I put invasion in quotations because the people here don't see it that way.  There are monuments all over saying things like "Thank God for US troops!" and "Thank you, USA."  Most Grenadians see the intervention as a good thing, while most of the rest of the world thought it was an invasion.  Interesting switch of perspective there.

After leaving the fort, we started to walk down the road (it spirals down the hill) to where the buses were when suddenly one of tour guides told us all to stop and wait because the buses were coming down for us from the top.  We stood there in that unbearably muggy heat until we were covered with sweat (about 10 minutes), then the tour guide came back up with a cop car (first one I had seen on the island!) to say that they were going to start shuttling us down to the bus, which was, in fact, at the bottom not the top.  Alison and I had gotten separated from Al but we told the tour guide we could definitely walk.  How far away was the bus?  Less than a 2 minute walk downhill sitting in a parking lot.  So we stood in the heat for 10 minutes while our air-conditioned bus was waiting for us no more than a minute and a half away and our tour guide wanted us to wait longer so we could go three at a time in a cop car to the bus.

But that's not the best part!  The best, and worst, part is that Al went to lean on a fence while waiting (he was further up the hill than we were when we were asked to wait) and cut his arm on a rusty piece of wire.  I didn't get a picture, but it was pretty bad!  Al and Alison spent the ride back to campus trying to decide when he had lost received a tetanus shot.  We decided it would be safer to just get him another one, so we went to the University clinic and he got a tetanus shot that cost all of (drumroll, please) $15 EC.  That's about $5.60 US, which is less than a gallon of milk here, people!  Moral of the story: next time you need a vaccination, come to Grenada where it's cheaper.

Lance Aux Epines Beach

Bryant and I have a beach that is about a seven minute walk from our apartment.  The reason we haven't posted about the beach so far is because the boats like to drop anchor out further to sea and dump their sewage.  It's not really dirty water, but it's not nearly as clean as all the other beaches, so we don't swim there.  It is a really nice place to go for a walk, however.  Bryant and I headed there Sunday afternoon and ran into this guy on the way.

Let's go in for a closer look, shall we?

 

Yep, that's a silver spider with striped legs.  The picture doesn't do it justice, but it was metallic and shiny.  Also, it's blurry because I was standing a few feet away and zooming in for this photo when the spider jump-twitched and (since I was looking at the zoomed-in spider on the screen) I screamed.  It was like he was going, "What? You want a piece of me?"  VERY scary.  We left quickly after that, without getting a clearer up-close photo.

Then we got to the beach.  It's so peaceful and beautiful there.  P.S. That's Bryant's leg poking out of the tree.  The trees here do not have legs.

We sat on a little dock that goes out in the water and talked about where we would go if we could go on any vacation within the US.

 

The verdict:  Kansas, Idaho, Connecticut, and North Dakota, you are among about 30 states that should not be expecting visits from us any time soon.

 

On the way back, we cut through "crab field" and this time I remembered to catch a few snapshots of these little guys.  Here's one still in his hole:

 

Here's one heading into his hole because we got too close:

 

And here's a picture of the field. 

It's hard to see but all those little orange-ish spots are land crabs.  We've been told the local kids will reach down the holes to grab them (how do they not get pinched?!), then tie a string to them and walk them around like dogs.  I haven't seen it yet, but I hope I do soon!

Food, driving, and the view from the church

As the title suggests, this post is a strange amalgamation of some different random things.

First, food.  Bryant and I were eating some sautéed string beans the other night and realized something.  The beans inside the pods here aren't green.  They're bluish purple.  Don't believe me?  See for yourself.

I'm starting to not be phased by anything food-related, especially when it comes to color.  Like those green oranges I found the other day.

Now to the driving.  My greatest friend of all time here, Patty, offered to let me drive her car to the grocery store.  I almost forgot to get a picture taken while I was driving, but I remembered about 2 seconds before I got to her house.  My other great friend, Alex, took this picture for which I stopped in the middle of the road. 

Driving on the right side of the car and the left side of the road was a lot of fun!  I especially loved the round-abouts and the way Grenadians drive.  The only hard part was remembering that the blinker was on the right, not the left.  Let's just say I turned on the windshield wipers more than once.

And last but not least, the view from the church.  Some of the branch members say it is the best view on the island, and it is pretty good so I'll let the pictures talk for themselves.

Here's the view from the "parking lot."  Notice how cars are parked behind other cars?  We're all friends here and it means it's hard for people to sneak out of church.

Here is the view from the "hallway."  If you note the picture below, you'll see the reason for the quotation marks.

The whole hallway of the church just has bars across the openings where windows would be, so we rely on the nice ocean breeze to keep things cool.

And here's the view from the primary room (where the lack of air conditioning takes its biggest toll).  So far we've only had one incidence of children undressing in that room, but I'm sure there will be more to come.

There's a little taste of my life so far.  I'll try to be better about actually updating this on a regular basis, instead of doing these fusions of slapdash facts and photos.

Port Louis

Two weeks ago a couple other SOs and I went to this pretty little place called Port Louis.  It's probably the closest you get to American while you're here.  The rich people bring their nice yachts into this port and do some shopping and eating here before heading back out to sea.

To get there, we took a Reggae Bus.  Basically, it's a van that they stuff full of people.  Those two girls on the left are sitting on what they call "jumper seats."  It's a seat in the aisle that folds up into an armrest when no one is in it (you know, so you can actually get in and out of the van).

The best part about this port is the little bakery called The Merry Baker.  They make almond croissants, cheese buns, Chelsea buns (cinnamon rolls), meat pies, and sausage rolls.  All of it is delicious.  We stopped by to check it out and all of us left about $10 lighter but with some yummy yummy food!

Here is a picture of the actual port:

Complete with an old-fashioned pirate-ship-looking boat:

And these cute, colorful shops and restaurants:

 It's quite honestly the best-maintained, nicest-looking part of Grenada I've ever been in.  Oh, and if you noticed the shiny ground it rained on and off the whole time we were there, but luckily the sun came out when we got to the palm tree walkway:

 

Now if only I could find that recipe for almond croissants so I don't have to take a bus and spend $3 every time I want one...