In the weeks that followed there were only a few things worth mentioning:
1.GSPCA (Grenada Society of the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals)- We spent an hour getting signed up to be volunteers for an animal shelter. We would walk the dogs, play with cats, and give animals baths. My mom and I would be the only ones participating since my dad had to work but we were still extremely excited. We volunteer every other Monday.
2.Haircut- It may not seem like an especially important subject, but about a week after being signed up for GSPCA, my mother cut off her bun. She got what has been referred to as the “politician” haircut. She now has the shortest hair on our boat.
On August 11th (yes, I’ll be skipping a few weeks), it was my mom’s birthday! She was turning…35, that’s a safe answer. I’d mentioned a few weeks earlier to my mom that for her birthday I’d go to a dance class as a present. It is important to understand that I hate dancing a lot. However, my mom loves to dance and I knew it would be something she’d enjoy so I thought it would be nice. It would be just her and me and the only person to witness my sad dancing would be the teacher. It would be fine.
It ends up that my mom liked the idea so much that she decided to do that for her birthday party. She invited almost every girl she knew and their kid to go Bele dancing, a type of dancing unique to Grenada and the Caribbean. It is a folk dance of Creole Caribbean origin. We had a teacher who instructed us, she taught us a song to sing and showed us how to use the beautiful and huge skirts we were given to wear. It ended up being fun, but it was still a little embarrassing.
There were only three girls my age at the dance with myself included. Kat was one of them and Grace, a new girl to our marina, was another. Grace had arrived the day before on her boat (SV Kraken) with her parents, brother, and two cats. They knew Tanner and had arrived with SV Dorothy Rose after Tanner and his family spent a few days on a neighboring island.
A few days later, another girl was introduced to what would later be called “The Port Louis Posse”. With the arrival of Keira, Kat’s best friend whom she’d been waiting to get out of quarantine, our numbers had grown to six: Myself, Tanner, Kat, Kiera, Grace, and her brother (Cameron).
The posse started to spend most of our time together. We started hanging out almost every night and, to my parent’s annoyance, it was usually at our boat. The main reason was because only Tanner and I had AC on our boat, so we were the ones who usually hosted.