Susan and I were walking to the post office to mail in Phillip’s home school test to Calvert School, when the local high school let out. The streets were full of teenagers in school uniforms; skirts for the girls, and shirt and ties for the boys. I was flabbergasted at how well behaved the kids were as they walked home. There was no horseplay, no shouting, and no running. They were all perfect ladies and gentlemen. I turned to Sue and asked: “I wonder what they do with these kids to get them to act like that.” Last year in St. Thomas, we were in a taxi that actually hurried past the school to avoid the potential mayhem.
After about a week in Grenada, we continued North to Carriacou. Carriacou is part of Grenada, but is situated in the Grenadines. I’ll let the pictures below tell the story of what a day is like in Sandy Island. For a few days the Adamo was the only boat in the anchorage. (hit page refresh if 5 pictures of Sandy Island don't pop up on your screen. I think I've loaded to many photos)
Pelicans at dawn
Mid-morning rainbow
Mid-day and the sun is beating down on Caribbean-blue water.
In the afternoon, the Adamo is surrounded by schools of juvenile king mackerel. This picture was taken through the glass bottom in the aft part of the Adamo, the one that Phil uses to checkout the fishing conditions whenever we enter a new anchorage.
Tranquil evening sunset
We can’t go long without Phil providing dinner. On the journey from Grenada to Carriacou he caught a large yellow tail snapper at Diamond Rock, followed by a 10 lbs black fin tuna off the coast of Carriacou and fresh conch at Sandy Island. Throw in sweet-apples, oranges and limes he collected on our morning walks through the mountainous forests and he’s been quite the provider!
One of the great things about cruising is meeting other cruisers and hearing their stories. We met Dan and Sandra Mead on Mariposa who have just finished a 5-year circumnavigation. Their tales were mesmerizing. Phil’s ready to go around the world.
They partially funded their trip by carving calabash and selling them in St. Thomas. The funny thing is Phil found one floating in the water last year that ended up being one of their designs (small world). They think this will be their last year of calabashing it, so they asked me to photo document their work for the book they want to write.
