We are back, and so am I. That is, we’re back in Grenada. And I am back on my blog (figuratively speaking of course, since the Internet isn’t really a physical location, I couldn’t literally have left), with all of my cynicism intact.
After thirty-seven days in the States, we returned to our petite island on the ninth of August. Since then, we’ve been very slowly unpacking and settling back into the swing of things. Ivan’s classes started the Tuesday following our arrival, giving us a few days to spend with friends before locking back in to the grind.
We started our few lazy days with a trip north to find some of the hot springs with a couple friends. At the northern edge of the parish of St. Andrew, near Mt. St. Catherine, we found a narrow road that (according to the locals’ directions) would lead to the hot springs. Everyone we spoke with, though, warned our taxi driver that his car wouldn’t get us far. When the narrow road turned to one lane, we idled for a few minutes to allow oncoming traffic to pass. One Hummer stopped and our driver verified with the passenger that we were on the right road for the hot springs. She affirmed, but warned us, “You won’t get far in this car.”
True enough, we barely made it another quarter-mile before Bertrand had to pull his taxi to the side and park. We headed out on foot to find the springs that were just off the road and easy to spot—or so we had been told.