Over the past two days, I have been traveling back to the little Caribbean island I call home: Grenada.
It’s a pretty exciting time here right now, since this small country just got their very first gold medal at the Olympics. I felt so happy when I got to the airport for our layover. There is such an incredible community in Grenada. The country is so small that everyone knows each other, and all the Grenadians on the plane were asking about each other’s families. Then, the plane was also packed full of students and faculty who we have come to know and cherish. Regardless of which flight you choose, you are guaranteed to know someone on it, so we had a fun time catching up with friends and updating each other on our summers while we waited to board our plane.
Then, after several more hours of flying with our friends, we stepped off the plane and were greeted by fun, happen’ music and lots of kind folks offering everyone a rum punch. Customs was the quickest it’s ever been, even with importing our dog. We got really lucky this time, although several of our friends have the usual interesting stories of their woes during international travel.
When we cleared customs and exited the airport, we ran into one of our favorite cab drivers who promptly gave each of us – even my 6’3″ husband – a huge hug and a ride home.
More hugs came when we finally got to say hi to our landlords, who have become like parents to us. They said they missed us so much, and we missed them! They had cleaned our apartment so nicely and had a loaf of bread, fresh jam, and fresh squeezed juice made from fruit in the yard waiting for us.
Even the dogs across the street squealed and jumped with glee with they saw my dog this morning – their long lost buddy who went back to the States for the summer.
It’s so funny what a difference a year makes. When I first moved here last year around this same time, I didn’t know anyone, I didn’t have a job, and I didn’t know any locals.
Now, we have several people who we can rely on and trust. We get that things take a while here, and we understand how everything works.
We’re still without a car, central AC, and per usual, my towels got rained on in the first 12 hours as they hung on the line. But, we’re so happy to be back in our little paradise, we don’t even care.
It’s a funny thing calling two places home, but we’re so happy Grenada is one of them.
Where do you call home these days?