Sometimes, riding in a bus along the Lagoon, I wonder at the beauty. Sailboats. Yachts. Brilliant colors. Blue ocean.

Sometimes in the heat of the day, I wish for the cool. 

Sometimes when I'm faced with yet another difficult situation, I want to be home. It's more predictable. 

Sometimes, especially when a young group of teenagers come for a visit, I can scarcely contain my laughter at the cultural contrasts. 

Most of the times I love the food. 

And the beauty. 

And the ocean. 

Many times the beauty is clouded with another difficulty. 

And many times I forget what I have been blessed with. 

Until I see again the shirtless child, running in the street unsupervised. 

Or realize how much I truly have compared to some. 

Then I look at the ocean. Or the flowers. Or the palms. 

And thank God for Grenada.