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Adventures in Grenada

Chris and I have an unwritten rule that each year we switch off who gets to pick the "big vacation". It started with our honeymoon when Chris picked Jamaica. The next year we went to Washington DC (my choice) and this year Chris choose Grenada (actually he coordinated with our Huntsville friends, so I guess it wasn't entirely his decision). When he mentioned "Grenada" I had to hurry over to Google Earth and figure out where in the heck that was. Turns out its a small island near South America.

St. George's Harbor, such a picturesque ocean town. 
This is our whole group during dinner at our resort. All engineers or engineers in progress, all SCUBA certified, and all friends!!
Concord Falls. 
Chris jumped right in!!
Nutmeg factory. Grenada is known as the "spice" island. 
Oldest functioning water-propelled distillery in the Caribbean. 
Gorgeous view of the ocean from the rain forest. 
Fresh water lake in the crater of the volcano. 

Diverbetes held steady. Everything was A-OK! I saw my first turtle in the wild, and we visited the underwater sculpture park!

Check back tomorrow for a special post about how my Diabetes and Diabetes-related equipment behaved (or not) abroad!

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  1. Very neat pictures. Looks like a fantastic place to visit. Uncle Rich said it sure didn't look like that back in 1984-85 when his Navy ship was involved in military activity there. Glad it's a beautiful place!
    Aunt Vicki

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