Maybe it is.
Woke up to a small black and yellow bananaquit bird talking to its reflection in our bathroom mirror. Obviously impressed, he sits on the faucet and sings away. He flies out the open window, but comes right back. Love is like that. A lizard is watching us, head raised. Dawn behind us, turquoise sea and sailboats in front. Breezy and fresh. No one else around.
No cars, no voices, no motors, only wind and birds.
|Stan plays - and the birds think it's a game, so they sing even stronger.|
We’re at Carriacou Cottages, built and run by Dave Goldhill, who came here in 1984 from
|I even went diving a few times!|
This island is just the right size. Everyone knows each other. People on the street wave. Older couples in gloves and hats nod and smile hello. There’s one deli. One pizzeria. One pharmacy. A few decent restaurants. A fruit market. Two dive shops. Dozens of beaches. The roads are steep and narrow, but there’s very little traffic - most people take the “money bus”to town.(about $1).
The ferry from
arrives every morning. Grenada
Bananas, cargo, boxes, relatives - everyone comes out. It’s a happening.
|Watching the dock scene from our seat on the ferry.|
The water is crystal clear. The boats are small.
I could have stayed longer.
I can easily imagine returning, and spending a longer time on Carriacou.
Move over, Grenada. I've just found my new favorite spot!