Letters from Grenada

confessions of a reformed tourist

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“break stick in your ears, or what?”

West Indian slang for ejaculate (both the noun and the verb) is “break”. I thought, at first, that this was kind of weird, but the more I thought about it, the more it made perfect sense.
Break? Break. Break! Yes. Exactly.
There’s also a saying, something that you ask people who are just not hearing what [...]

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regarding tourists & short pants

Last week I wrote a post in which I described getting ready to go to work in Grenada. I included this sentence: 
I wear a white sleeveless linen blouse and jeans that reach my ankles, because only tourists wear shorts, and I am not a tourist.
In response, an American friend asked:
I’m curious why only tourists wear [...]

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leaving grenada: who, what, where, when & why

I was planning to explain this later, I was planning to write one last actually-in-Grenada post dedicated to the indelible images of the last few weeks, but enough people have asked the obvious question – WHY? – that I feel compelled to address WHY? before I leave, in spite of the fact that I have [...]

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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.


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