confessions of a reformed tourist
One might decide to focus on the damage. Conclude this house failed to weather the storm. I choose to focus on the fact that it’s still standing. Unconquered. * Hurricane Ivan hit Grenada in 2004. 90% of the buildings on the island lost their roofs. By 2008 most had been repaired or rebuilt, but some, [...]
Behold the spice market in Saint George’s, Grenada. Click here for a much larger version of the photo. You’ll see that the background is simply drowning in wonderful detail. Just looking at those shelves makes me crave nutmeg, pepper, curry and cocoa. Though not simultaneously (ew) and not necessarily in that order.
Although I have no way of knowing for certain, in my heart I believe that bringing my grandmother to Grenada prolonged her life by a year or two. For a long while we took her to the beach regularly. She’d sit at the edge of the ocean, rubbing the sand on her legs. My mom [...]
This fountain is in my aunt’s backyard in Indianapolis, Indiana. It’s a very serene place. My whimsy imagines that wood elves call it home. When I was living in Grenada, my aunt’s house was a sort of home base. Even though I never officially lived there, I know precisely where the diet Coke aisle is [...]
This was the view from my back verandah in Grenada. It’s impossible for me to look at this photo and *not* feel happy. I must have spent thousands of hours sitting out there, reading, writing, talking to my mom, playing with my son or just sitting quietly, gazing at the mountains and soaking up the [...]
