The air was thick with Jungle humidity and smelled heavily of baking banana bread. But there we were, in the middle of the Grenadan rainforest, no ovens to be seen. Just lush tropical foilage everywhere. One of the local varieties of flora happened to be the Nutmeg tree. Passing through a private plantation, we also saw Cocoa and Banana trees. And that's where the perfume of spiced banana bread dripped from. It was intoxicating.

And that's why Grenada is known as the Spice Island. You can pick up nutmeg from the ground yourself - look for a bright red web wrapped around a giant walnut. It won't keep, but it's fun to see all the same.

That day, a friend and I had taken cab from town up into the mountain to go for a hike to "Seven Sisters." It is a series of seven waterfalls culminating in the purest, velvetiest, most gorgeous water I've ever beheld (or swam in).

Today I'm thinking about going for another hike and a swim in that pool. I'm thinking of getting caught in a Tropical rainstorm, enjoying the heat and the cooling rain and basking in the joys of nature.








Where do you want to be today?