It’s true that Antigua is beautiful. Really Caribbean gorgeous. Cacti towers along its white beaches and turtles lurk just under the water’s surface like large brown tables. Often they pop up their large-eyed periscopes and grab your gaze. Curious neighbours, even chatty in that sneak-up-on-you but don’t-say-anything-kind-of-way. And yet, since being in this paradise we find ourselves thinking back to Grenada. In Grenada, wild beaches invariably have someone hanging out with a cutlass and cooking an urchin stew. A wild beach in Antigua seems always to have have a hotel nearby. Maybe the hotel is the better, safer-feeling option? Maybe. For sure after spending the hurricane season in Grenada, we’ve noticed that Antigua’s capital, St John’s sells more clothes with cotton, actual swimming costumes, shoes you’d want to buy and is better and longer-time honed for the cruise ship audience. And Grenada? The typical Grenadian, irreverently stoic, curiously disinterested, might flick their wrist at you. One word. ‘Spices.’ Almost every tree, every bush, every plant in their hyperdrive soil is put to use. Grenada may be part of the Caribbean chain but she’s set apart and when you’re there, it seems as clear as spring water where her true wealth lies. On both islands you smell the ripeness of open sewers and drains. Grenada though, doesn’t have so many super yachts tucked up against them. Is this a good thing? The march of progress… Hmmm. The turtles might have an opinion. But they’re not telling. 

Love from Quest and her crew xx