Letters from Grenada

note to self

Just picking up and leaving everything and just GOING is scary. The unknown is always scary. Like stepping off the edge of a cliff. But that’s exactly why you should do it. How else will you discover your wings?

The sweetest thing about making a huge, crazy, scary change in your life is one day, long after you took the plunge, you’ll look around and wonder, How in the holy hell was I ever anywhere but here?

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Posted on November 19th, 2009 under Grenada • Tags: mariabeingmaria. • Print This Post • Email This Post • RSS 2.0 feed • Leave a response, or trackback

My name is María. I like wasabi, patronize bunny rabbits and think red wine really needs to stop pretending it's not purple.

I lived in Caribbean for four glorious years. My son - Joaquín the illustrious Bean - was born on the island of Grenada. He's beautiful, brilliant and has two birth certificates.

Now we're back in the land of snow and afternoon sunsets, and all the diet Coke and Thomas the Tank Engine in the world won't cushion the blow of such culture shock.

This is our story.