Staycation

...I guess that doesn't really garner sympathy when you live on an island in the Caribbean. Yet, I've finally had time to explore Grenada other than the library, the lecture halls, and the wall in front of my desk that was until recently, littered with pictures of various diseased tissues and maligned body parts....pathology, it dreadfully seems, is never far from my mind.

Of course, we have visited quite a few pristine beaches. Yet, I admit I find them somewhat tedious. Instead, I have a penchant for rocky, wave creating, cliff resembling, outcroppings.

Accordingly, my hubby has an incredible knack for finding those roads to nowhere that somewhat resemble down trodden horse trails, where any self-respecting vehicle would gladly waste tread. Off we go, bounding up and down in our blue plaid seats in our little Suzuki, the closest thing to a roller-coaster the boys have experienced. We end up on the far end of a rocky but rainy-season-green expanse of land jutting into the ocean. The surf has usually eaten away at the rocks, pounding, almost viciously, to form undercuts, blow holes, and crevasses. The winds are quite strong this time of year and the constant sea spray covers our clothes in a chalky salt film. The whole family huddles together as close as we can safely get to the edge of the rocks to watch for the Big One.

We can see the swell form in the distance and eagerly watch as it gathers strength, volume, and velocity. We call out to it - begging for it to release us from the dragging heat. "Here it comes...it's a BIG one, and..And....AND...ohhhhhhh, not yet... Wait..here's another one...Oh!...Come ON...Look at THAT one, Whoa, (maybe we should back up a little, heh?)....."

We are usually awarded with a salty, warm, extremely pleasant shower of sea goodness, leftovers, if you will, from the thunderous surf below. We laugh, the salt stings our eyes, and we stay for bit, in order to become completely soaked, which, if you think about it, is one of the main reasons for water in the first place. It never ceases to amaze me how far those little hydrogens and oxygen have come.

However, the more mature reason for my enjoyment and, I suspect, the rest of the family's, is the utter simplicity of the scene. Nothing to memorize, recite, or cram. Just rocks, water, sun, grass, and us.