Culture Shock 

​

I was surprised and in awe of the friendliness among the Grenadians. While sitting in the passenger seat I witnessed firsthand how the drivers treated each other. Horns were going off left and right, but it was not a sign of distress or road rage, it was a language in and of itself. Going up hills and around curves the drivers would use their horns as a signal to prevent accidents. It was clear to me that Grenada was a community who had each other’s backs. It made me feel safe to wander the island and experience everything it had to offer. At no point in time while at the beach or local pubs did I feel threatened, instead I felt welcomed and embraced. This really took me aback because in my own home town, Miami, I tend to have my guard up, but in Grenada, where I was a foreigner, I was in my element. I knew that, in going to Grenada, a Caribbean island, I was going to experience beautiful beach shores. However, the beaches were far better then what I had imagined. I thought that it was going to be overcrowded and loud, but the beach five minutes from our hotel was just the opposite. It was small, and peaceful and I was the only soul there. The wind blew against my cheeks, the sand was in between my toes and the cool water washed away all my nursing school stress. The experience blissfully surpassed all my expectations.