We Left Grenada for a Break. We Found Paradise in Sandy Island.
We spent a month in Grenada, and it was exactly what we needed. Hanging out with friends at Le Phare Bleu and Secret Harbour. Brewery runs. Lazy weekend hangouts that turned into whole afternoons.
The best part, though, was wednesday wing day and the pool at Le Phare Bleu. The kids would just show up and find whoever else was around — no organized kid groups, no set schedule, everybody doing their own thing. We half expected something more structured, and honestly it threw us at first. But we got used to it fast. We like doing our own thing too, and it's always good to see friends. Sophia didn't see a lot of kids she already knew, but she's always able to talk with anyone — just hanging out at the pool, chatting, enjoying it. We scatter for a season, but it's amazing to see this community come back together.
But after a month, we felt it — that itch for a change. So we headed to Île de Ronde, friends aboard Mellow Puff alongside us. Three days of complete seclusion. No crowds, no plans, just a couple of boats and the water. We snorkeled, we swam, we did absolutely nothing productive and loved every minute of it. Exactly the reset we needed after a month of being social.
From there we decided to finally stop in Carriacou, Mellow Puff alongside us. We'd sailed past it before but didn’t stop on our way to Grenada. This time we did, and we're glad we finally made the time.
Tyrell Bay hit different. Hard to see how much damage Hurricane Beryl left behind — boats still on the hard, buildings still under repair, the destruction visible everywhere you look. The mooring field alone said it all: so many boats sitting there without masts, broken, frozen in place like time just stopped for them. It was genuinely sad to see. But the people here are so friendly, and it was just as powerful to see them rebuilding and coming back, piece by piece. Resilience, up close. It stayed with us the whole time we were there.
From there we moved to Sandy Island. Spent a beautiful afternoon at the Paradise Beach Club painting our boat name onto the wall, right alongside our friends' from Mellow Puff. It was fun spotting who else had passed through before us — boat names from years back, some we recognized, some we didn't, all part of the same story out here.
Right now we're anchored off Sandy Island, and it feels like the Bahamas — crystal clear water, pink sand, the kind of place that makes you forget how close you actually are to Grenada. It's the kind of color that makes you stop mid-conversation and just look. We're not in a rush to leave..
More soon from Carriacou.
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