Stefanie & Tyler

When Tyler and I (okay – it was pretty much all Tyler but I helped a bit) designed our blog we used the awesome green tree motif from our wedding and extended it into a 4 tree set and made it so it changes with the seasons. So, every few months the tree and colors change and it is super awesome. And I think it is pretty (Tyler doesn’t like when I say his designs are pretty so I go with awesome for safety).

But anyways, today officially marks the start of fall. That is so weird! Time just flys so fast doesn’t it? But we are officially marking the transition into fall and as I begin to prepare for my first major medical school exam, now more than ever the fact that summer is over is apparent. It is of course funny to think about fall and fall things (pumpkin latte’s anyone?) when Grenada has no fall. I mean the weather is the same everyday, all day, all year long. However, our friends and family in Cali who tend to experience heat waves this time a year are probably not feeling fall thoughts right now either.

So heres to fall and as Tyler and I enjoy our sunny island paradise, you can all enjoy some fall trees and cool weather. And please, drink a pumpkin latte for us.

P.S. If you didn’t actually notice that the tree is now orange and fall-y and no longer a yellow hippie summer tree and that the color scheme changed from yellow to red, then you should be ashamed. But we still love you.

7am on Sunday morning Tyler’s phone rang and the caller ID was, of all people, me. Although, I was in fact still in bed right next to him.

On Saturday afternoon I realized that my phone was no where to be found. After searching high and low, my greatest postulation was that I had placed my phone in my pocket only to have it fall out while on the bus. And likely the fact that I was so exhausted from so much studying and too little sleep, I didn’t even realize.

So back to Sunday, the man on the phone seemed to make no sense to Tyler. Potentially because he had been awake for only 2 minutes or potentially because the man was Grenadian but Tyler was very confused. In the end, we made out that we would meet the guy on the highway near Ace.

We got dressed and left right away and when we stepped out into the early morning sun, only to be greeted by rain. I am still getting used to sun showers, it is just so odd to have it be raining and bright and sunny simultaneously.

Anyways, we met the guy and he did have my phone and he returned it to me. I was so thankful to have my phone back. I was so glad that we did not need to go through the undoubtedly complicated process of getting a new SIM card, transferring credit, etc.

Thank you kind bus driver for picking up my phone and making sure it got back to me. And I will try to refrain from putting it in my pocket anymore.

On a completely unrelated note, I have received a new potential blogging inspiration. I am currently trying to learn how to cook here in Grenada using the local foods and produce that is available without relying on all the expensive imported American food, etc. I am thinking about writing about what works and what I learn and then maybe the next person like me who is looking for recipes and suggestions might just find some help.

Sometimes I remember fondly the days where running hot water and I used to hang out. We would laugh together, play together, even dance through fields filled with wild flowers. Okay, maybe that last one is just silly. But hot water and I were always fond of one another. Hot water made getting up early in the morning easier by greeting me in the shower. Hot water helped to soothe my sore muscles after a long day. Hot water was even there to help me while I cleaned my kitchen.

But here in Grenada, oh me and hot water are no more. Well, not that I have given up on hot water, but hot water has given up on me. There just isn’t any. I miss good ol’ America and our running hot water.

Our kitchen faucet and bathroom faucet do not have hot water. In fact, I actually have not been in any public space that actually has hot water.  If I need to wash dirty dishes I have to boil water on the stove first. And our shower, well, it is pretty unreliable. Sometimes you might be able to get a descent warm shower going. But I find that warm water is at the expense of water pressure so you can shower under a warm trickle of water, or a freezing cold waterfall. Needless to say, my 6am wake-up time does not go well with this.

Sigh. Life in Grenada.

Last night Tyler and I were walking back from campus late at night from studying/working. We decided that we would stop at one of the food shacks just off-campus and get a beer. We gave the guy 5EC for a cold beer and kept walking home (no open bottle policies in Grenada). We enjoyed our cold beer as we walked down streets watching the street lights get brighter and dimmer with the constant power surges. We walk around the corner to see a random cow eating some weeds. We are pretty sure said cow escaped from the veterinary school. We are not sure how this was possible. We stare at the cow and drink some more of our beer. We keep walking and walk past Bananas, the most hip and happening restaurant of Grenada. The random mid-week night parties are in full swing and we are perplexed who all these people are (no way these are med students). Eventually we get home to our little apartment only to hear the sound of the loitering Grenadians next door watching TV. This makes us wonder why our cable box still doesn’t work, but we just ignore that fact and call it a night.

Oh Grenada, living here is so strange.

Buying food in Grenada is the single most interesting experience that we have on a regular basis. I don’t think I ever ran into a time in California when the store didn’t have any milk or was completely out of all kinds of cheese or pasta, etc. At most maybe you bought a different brand.

However in Grenada, they do not stock the stores very often. And on top of that, they usually don’t restock certain goods for what seems to be weeks at a time. It just takes a long time to get things here. So we do our best to buy locally made goods and to buy produce and whatever else we can from little market stands. But that only goes so far. We have realized that buying regular milk from the store is no simple thing. We did good the first time, but we had to buy the pricey organic kind. The last few times, we have been forced into boxed milk. We got British milk the first time and this time we are drinking Dutch milk. Tyler and I are both familiar with this “long-life” milk but it is still so odd. Although, we keep it in the fridge instead of drinking it at room temperature because that is just too much.

Another little observation we have made is that, due to Grenada’s affiliation with the Commonwealth I presume, the imported goods from the UK and other parts of Europe are often cheaper than imported American goods. So we very quickly have developed a little international breakfast spread as we eat our British and Belgian cereals with our Dutch milk accompanied by a Grenadian banana and some French iced soy cappuccino. And that’s another thing, no good coffee here. They just don’t import beans. Still not sure how I will survive, I guess my french store-bought beverage will have to do.

Oh life in Grenada, you’re funny.

A week ago today we left LA after frantically and miraculously getting everything we owned packed up and through the grace of God our flight was delayed giving us a much need extra 12 hours and our first class ticket to Miami allowed us to check all 6 of our suitcases cost free! As soon as the plane took off it was hard to believe that we were actually leaving, moving, off to live an exciting adventure of our own.

We are on the top right!

We go into Grenada late Monday night. We were lucky that large SUVs are common here so us and all of our luggage made it safely to our new home. Our apartment is nice even though it is much smaller than we expected. We were extremely blessed to be living in a really nice place in Pasadena so it is a bit of shock to go from that 2 bedroom condo to our tiny basically one room abode. After a lot of work, we did manage to finally get all unpacked and settled. The unfortunate part is that while we are in a fully-furnished place, there are lots of little things that we do not have like a working lamp or mixing bowls which, when you don’t really know where anything is and don’t have a car, can be tricky to acquire. But we are learning that there is a pretty good export business to Grenada so we can usually find most of the American stuff we are used to, as long as we are willing to pay for it. We are trying to learn our way around the local markets to get things like fruit and eggs and spices and try to by as much stuff made locally so we can save money and get what should be fresher and better stuff.

The best part is definitely the beach. It lives up to all of the photographs. It is so picturesque (when it isn’t raining and stormy outside at least) and the warm Caribbean sea is so perfect that you could stay out in it all day. There are basically no waves at all and besides for the little motor boats that try and get beach-goers to tube behind them (which I decided we will do one of these days) the water is so still and calm. I think I might invest in a little blow-up raft and I will just float in the ocean all day while reading my gigantic medical school texts. We also found my new favorite beach-side restaurant, Umbrellas, which has a happy hour where rum drinks are only 5 ECD. That’s another thing about here, it seems that no matter where you are you can always get a cocktail or a beer, but if you want to find a vendor selling food, good luck. Rum is everywhere and so, so cheap!

The SGU campus is huge and amazing. I am in love and it has such a beautiful view of the ocean. I guess we will see if I like it so much once I am spending every waking minute there. Orientation starts on Wednesday so that will be the first day that I will start meeting my advisors, getting all checked-in and registered, getting my books and final schedules, and hopefully meeting some of my classmates.

The biggest adjustment has been getting used to the way time works here. It gets dark by about 7pm and 8pm around here feels like midnight back home. Honestly, going out at night just has not worked out for us. Some restaurants are open, but it seems like the whole area shuts down at night and all we seem to come across are big groups of locals loitering and then really trashy bars that are open late. There isn’t really any where to go. It is also extremely inconvenient should you be hungry at night because it does not seem as though stores stay open late. We went to St. George’s one night expecting it to be this big, cute downtown area that would be really fun to go to and the Reggae Bus (the most popular, steel-drum bumping, transportation around) dropped us off at this dingy bus terminal and there was absolutely nothing around. And we were the only white people there. So we walked around hoping to find something good, got incredibly lost walking through really dark streets and then some really sketchy seeming areas and somehow got back to where we started. So we decided just to take the bus home and go to Bananas, the restaurant near the school that Tyler put their number on speed dial for their delicious pizza.

Our most interesting experience thus far was our attempt at going to Fish Friday. We had heard about this open-air fish fry type event that happens every Friday up is Gouyave, which is in another parish. It doesn’t look so far away on the map so we decided to wing it. It was our fun “date night.” We went by bus to St. George’s which we were familiar with and our driver when we got off started asking us where we were going and such. He kept telling us that it was really expensive to get back and that it was really hard to find a bus or a taxi late at night and he would give us a really good deal, etc. We had no idea what to expect and we did read that public transit stopped at 8, so we decided to just go for it. Well, it took us almost an hour to get there over some of the scariest, windy, dark roads we have ever been on. I think my blood pressure skyrocketed while driving. We got there and our driver told us he would be back at like 11pm, which left us over 3 hours there. Long story short, we were not so much a fan. The food was okay, but certainly not amazing. We didn’t really know what everything was so it made choosing hard. It was much smaller than expected and poor Tyler got super super sick. So we spent most of that night sitting on the side of the road while Tyler puked or waiting for our driver to come back, which in typical Grenadian fashion, he was 40 minutes late. We have since decided that while it does sound awesome, it might not be our usual Friday outing. It is so far away and it is so expensive to travel there and back that it just isn’t worth it.

I guess when you have to pretty much call it a night at 7pm, it should be really easy to be productive. We are looking forward to meeting more people and getting more acquainted with how things work here. It’s all new so it is just taking some time to settle in.