I was born in Grenada and even though I haven't lived there since the age of 13 it is home to me. Not just because the majority of my family still lives there, but because when I get there I feel immediately connected to this beautiful fragile place we call the Spice Isle. 
Usually I can't wait to suck a Julie mango, or eat a roast corn while on my way to or from Grand Anse beach (or both), and having a bowl of Oil Down, the national dish, is mandatory while I am there. I love prowling around my aunt's garden and picking a guava from the tree, or just sitting on the verandah watching the waves roll in on the coastline.
Driving around the island I see all the spots I remember mingled in with new buildings, showing me just how much things have changed since my last visit. Since I'm lucky eough to have family in both St. Georges and St. Andrew, a drive over the hills as we say, is inevitable, allowing me to drink in the beauty of the Grand Etang National Reserve (these same hills mind you, that made me horribly car sick as a child!)
I love this tiny dot on the map. I have lived in several countries, and am comfortable in all of them, but Grenada is where I truly feel a sense of home.
I have to agree, I've been a couple places and everytime, returning home is the very best part of my trip. I think our island is the healing island. I'm still discovering and marvelling about its beauty...
Posted by: Cogent Chick | January 09, 2008 at 10:52 AM