Hello! Long time, no see. A lot has happened since the last blog post: two major holidays, book club meetings, left Grenada, came back, and then left for the final time (before next season). However, there is a reason for a delay (other than my complete lack of time management, though that is an issue). That reason is dengue fever.
I will preface this by saying that I had such plans for Halloween. It was going to be our “last” day in Grenada before we left for Carriacou, the island adjacent. Grace and I had spent weeks talking about what we were going to do and what compromises we would make since we wanted to do very different things. Me: watch scary movies since it the only time of year when they are acceptable. Otherwise, they are just terrifying and pointless. Her: participate in all the events happening at Le Phare Bleu, that included crafts, trick or treating, and a party with the sailing teenagers.
Ultimately, we decided that we would wear costumes and participate in some craft and go trick-or-treating, then return to my boat to watch scary movies with whatever candies we discovered. However, this did not happen.
A few days before Halloween, in the middle of the night, I got extremely sick. So sick that I threw up not once, but twice and had to rock my body back and forth so my stomach would not feel so bad. I remember waking up many times during the night and feeling a mix of nauseous, dizzy, and confused, which is the definition of awful. A quick check of my temperature and the over one-hundred-degree result confirmed what my parents and I suspected; I was sick.
I felt so awful that I could not even go back to my room. I just sat in the salon and waited util Grace (who had been staying the night at our boat for a week) woke up at her usual absurdly early time. We had to kick her off the boat with the hopes of avoiding her catching whatever I had.
It took until my mom became sick the next day for us to realize what it was. Dengue fever. The big bad disease that we had been warned countlessly about since we arrived in Grenada. Overall, as a family we were only sick for a week (not including the tiredness that lasted a week afterwards) but it served to erase my chances of participating in Spooky Season.
It also led us all to choke down the horrible papaya leaf drink that supposedly helps to make us feel better. If anyone who reads this gets Dengue, do not drink it. It is not worth it. Your stomach will churn for an hour and all it serves to do will exercise your gag reflex. Funnily enough, that was not the only awful tasting liquid we had to have. The other culprit is coconut water. I know, I know, it is not that bad. However, I hate coconuts and I somehow preferred the papaya drink to the coconut water I had to have to keep me hydrated.
Eventually, we all returned to perfect health and my excuse for missing the blog was gone. Once we all felt reasonably better and we said our “final” goodbyes to everyone we knew in Grenada, we left for Carriacou.
Of course, we were only there a week before almost our entire friend group joined us. SV Kraken and SV Dorothy Rose both spent time in Carriacou with us and we got to give them tours of the places we had discovered.
Eventually we returned with Kraken to Grenada and said our final, final goodbyes to Dorothy Rose before they headed north. We would only spend a little over a week with Kraken while we waited for packages because (surprise, surprise) we had to get a replacement part for our water maker. Something is always broken when you live on a boat. We spent that time decorating for Christmas (yes, before Thanksgiving), buying Christmas gifts (again, before thanksgiving), and then participating in Thanksgiving potluck at the Lightship at Le Phare Bleu.
Despite the COVID-19 restrictions, the local sailors found a way to create a Hodge podge Thanksgiving dinner where everyone brought something. We brought mashed potatoes, and everyone ignored how they were mostly cold by the time everyone ate. Despite the logistics, the meal was just as filling and hearty as any other Thanksgiving dinner would be. There was turkey, chicken, potatoes, rolls, salad, cranberry sauce, gravy, stuffing, strawberry pie, cake, and milkshakes (though I bought these at Le Phare Bleu, they were not originally a part of the meal).
However, our last day in Grenada was not pleasant. A requirement to travel throughout the Caribbean during the pandemic is to have a negative COVID-19 test. We had already gotten the blood test when we originally arrived in Grenada but now countries were requiring a different version: PCR. Do not ask me what it stands for because my only guess is: Painfully unComfortable stick that goes Right up your nose.
They must take a swab of your inner nose and that requires the testers to use essentially, an extended Q-Tip to go so high up your nose that it feels like they are penetrating your brain. Then, they do a 360 with the Q-Tip. Twist, twist. Just when you think they are done; they go in for the second nostril. Twist, twist. You leave the room with tears in your eyes and a feeling that you must sneeze. Altogether, better than a shot.
Our results arrived later that night and we got the go ahead to start our two-day passage to Antigua.