We stayed at a small cottage overlooking Mango Bay on the North West Coast of the island. The place was quietly nestled in an orchard of mango trees and was undeniably one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen in my life. The lightly-salted breeze rustled through linen curtains and kept us cool as we lazed in hammocks, retired after long days in the scorching Caribbean sun. I remember walking to to the small wooden balcony of our villa, and looking out at the glimmering sunkissed water. It looked like flowing blue silk, sprinkled with golden sequins. A vision of infinite delight. We would stand there, staring out at the horizon, watching rain fall in the distance, hearing the lapping waves below, and feeling inspired to stay forever.
During the days we would follow a pretty straight- forward road map in our rented Suzuki 4x4. We visited the popular Concord Falls and hiked through lush green valleys, following a small river to the elusive "second water fall". It was a 45 minute walk, more scenic and picturesque than it was challenging. We passed nutmeg trees, patches of bamboo, beds of growing lettuce, banana palms and one local farmer cultivating his piece of earth. We jumped from stone to stone, crossing from one side of the river to the other, only to walk a few more feet and have to do the same thing again. I was not prepared for the second waterfall. There was nothing in my infinite mind that could have prepared me for its majesty. 
Hand in hand, we clambered up the side of some rocks and moss, knee deep in a cool rushing river, only to discover that we were the only ones there! A bubbling blue pool received the the 35 feet of rushing water. We couldn't wait to jump in, yet we didn't want to disturb the beauty; the moment. I lay on a rock and let the sun warm my skin. Kalani sat next to me in half lotus, eyes closed, infinitely engaged in the experience. 
The water was electrifyingly cold, since by this time, the sun had lowered behind the trees and mountains and no longer offered its warming shine. We went in anyway, only to say that we did. There is no way we could have left without taking even the smallest dip. The hike back down was a lot faster (aren't they always) and the short ride back to the cottage was spent in nostalgic silence...just in time to catch the sunset.
The Grenadian sunset, is much like the Grenadian beach: vivid, compelling, inspiring, awesome. A saturated palette of yellow, orange and red that blankets the coast, and quickly fades the trees and houses into black silhouette. We took moments out of every day to pause and soak up this scene. From the shore of a black sand beach, from a car on the winding highway, from the balcony of our cottage, no sunset was ever the same, still no sunset was ever really different.
Our days in Grenada culminated on Grand Anse beach, but not without some spice shopping at the Saturday Market in the bustling capital of St. Georges and a visit to the Seven Sisters Waterfall in the center of the island. Grand Anse can be described as a stretch of scenic, glorious beach with scattered palms and plenty people. Tourists and locals alike gather here for a light swim, a beer or 2 with friends, a jet ski ride, or a plate of Oil Down from Sharon's hut. We were thankful to have packed bottles of cold water with us, as the sun was inescapably hot and at times the sand sizzled under our feet. Still we basked in the infinite energy of this experience and cooled our bodies in the calm turqoise sea.
Our days in Grenada culminated on Grand Anse beach, but not without some spice shopping at the Saturday Market in the bustling capital of St. Georges and a visit to the Seven Sisters Waterfall in the center of the island. Grand Anse can be described as a stretch of scenic, glorious beach with scattered palms and plenty people. Tourists and locals alike gather here for a light swim, a beer or 2 with friends, a jet ski ride, or a plate of Oil Down from Sharon's hut. We were thankful to have packed bottles of cold water with us, as the sun was inescapably hot and at times the sand sizzled under our feet. Still we basked in the infinite energy of this experience and cooled our bodies in the calm turqoise sea. Overall, Grenada was unforgettable, and what began as a romantic winter alternative, turned out to be so much more. Friendly people, tantilizing tastes, sounds and smells with a lush and naturally preserved backdrop are all you can wish for in a place. There is so much to discover, so much to learn and so many ways to do so. Infinite possibilities of infinite Grenada.
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