Squirrel Girl and Sly Foxy was strolling in the quiet afternoon, and something was in the air—something was coming. Squirrel Girl was astir for her ears were positively tickling and wondered: what’s coming? However, Wind was trying to tell her that instead of something coming, something was awaiting her and Sly Foxy.

Wind said, “It’s time to follow Sly Foxy to the Island, for it awaits you both and will welcome you.”

So then, Girl and Sly Foxy decided to follow the call of the Island. Sly Foxy was accepted at St. George Medical School in Grenada, and Squirrel Girl was to accompany her to the island since there were too many bags for poor Sly Foxy to carry. However, islands that liked being surrounded by water, were not that easily accessible. Squirrel Girl and Sly Foxy had to take a connecting flight and their little legs had to move speedily to not miss the plane. Of course, Squirrel Girl walked quite impressively.

The onlookers at the airport commented, “I have never witness anyone walking so fast … look at her little legs that whizz around the crowd.”

“Well, unlike humans, Squirrel Girl may be different,” explained another onlooker.

Still, both Squirrel Girl and Sly Foxy became fatigued after exerting themselves. Their leg muscles burned. After arriving at the island, after helping Sly Foxy by carrying up luggages a few flights of stairs at the university, Squirrel Girl was in a hurry to bid adieu to Sly Foxy and dash. Thankfully, the university’s administrator was unbelievably helpful and got Girl a taxi. The driver who was Blacket (his number can be found below) expertly drove around the island while greeting everyone.

Surprised, Girl asked, “Why, do you know everyone on the island?”

Instead of answering, Blacket chuckled. Girl began to realize that the small island country was like a place where everybody knew everybody—like a big family.

In addition to greeting everyone that Blacket passed by, his phone was constantly ringing, and he chatted in English that was incomprehensible to Girl.

“Blacket, are you speaking Greek?”

Again, Blakcet chuckled. Squirrel Girl almost asked for Grenadian dialect dictionary, if there was such a one. The Grenadian dialect is something you needed to get used to. If in doubt, just be honest and say that you may have not understood properly, and the islanders will understand, and don’t be shy to chat a bit. Squirrel Girl did chat and by the time she had to leave, she thought that she had made a goodly number of friends. Anyhow, when in Grenada, don’t be shy to call Blacket, for he is very, very reliable and a good soul. He will carouse you around the island, where he is an expert.

In a short time, Squirrel Girl arrived at Mount Cinnamon Hotel & Beach Club, looking travel worn and exhausted, and was thinking to hurry the check-in procedure to find nourishment at the hotel. Interestingly, however, Nykia at the hotel greeted her, and the experience turned into something Squirrel Girl had never experienced before.

The cheery Nykia slowed down Squirrel Girl who looked ready to steal the key and dash to her room in her speedy gait that had scared the onlookers at the airport that asked, “Does she eat a lot of spinach or something? Where does she get the energy?”

Instead of offering the key to Girl, Nykia said, “Let me offer you some drink first,” and then Nykia had Squirrel Girl sit on a comfy couch.

And so, Girl was quite at a loss. Her legs, too, were confused. So then, Girl looked at Nykia and wondered: How can anyone be so friendly? Is she for real?  Nykia was genuinely friendly and at ease. Come to think of it, the whole islanders were seemingly relaxed—something that Squirrel Girl had not been exposed to for some time. She had been rushing to-and-fro all her life, never at rest. People around her in the city were always in a hurry, and she ran about, afraid to get run over like some squirrels that met their demise, when they got hit by speeding cars.

Following a chat, lengthy enough to make them feel as if they had been friends for years, Nykia escorted Squirrel Girl to her room, when instead, Girl was expecting to receive the key and a map to find her room by herself. And Nykia still smiled ravishingly, and Girl felt that she was being blinded by her smile, until she was ushered into her room. Her room was decorated with island flowers, and the view in her room took her breath away. The Mount Cinnamon Hotel rooms were on a hill, like so many homes in Grenada, and both the beach and the mountain could be seen in her room. And the room was furnished in a modern style that was tastefully decorated.

Stunned by beauty, Girl whispered to herself, “How could clouds be so big and tall?”

The majestic clouds looked as if caught by the mountains of Grenada and appeared content in staying in Grenada, dotting the island with sporadic showers that happened often, but that went away hurriedly, causing rainbows to appear that stunned Squirrel Girl.

“Instead of Spice Island, perhaps I should call Grenada, Rainbow Island,” said Girl to herself.

After settling in her room, Girl was told to walk down the path of Oleander flowers to reach the restaurant at the beach. Even at night, the path was magical. Girl felt as if she had entered a fairytale and turned into Sleeping Beauty.

“I should not wake up,” said Squirrel Girl as she smiled, for she did not wish for beauty to disappear.

But then, Girl heard music. Was it saxophone? It was one of her favorite music—soft and melodic, yet vibrant, and so, Girl could not help smiling because magic was in the air. And then the waves crashed and crashed and crashed … creating its own melody, entrancing Squirrel Girl.

After a delicious Grenadian meal that was a curry dish, Girl slept with her blinds open to admire the sparkling lights of the homes on the hills, that glowed like stars—as Nykia called them. Indeed, the lights flickered like ephemeral dream as Girl watched, but the Island caused Girl to fall asleep fast like Sleeping Beauty. However, she was not allowed to sleep late, for the light of the glorious dawn awakened her early, so that Girl would not miss the beauty of the world that never remained the same. Once you missed the fleeting beauty of nature, you could not recapture it. And so, the Island awakened her.

Stirred by beauty and light, Girl went to the beach and walked into the emerald water.

“Squirrel Girl, the Island told us you were coming, so we followed you,” said the Waves and crashed into her, causing her to become submerged under the water. Laughing, that sounded like millions of raindrops, Waves said, “The Island wanted us to baptize you with their water to welcome you.”

“Should I be grateful after you splayed the water and sand in my ears?” asked Squirrel Girl with laughter.

Still laughing, Waves said, “We can catch you with our hands, Squirrel Girl, no need for fears …”

Squirrel Girl looked at their transparent hands and shook her head in doubt. After almost being submerged by the playful Waves, Girl went to the hotel’s showering facility at the beach and shrieked.

A bright-green Gecko dashed out near the shower hose and said, “You frightened me more, Squirrel Girl! This is my turf, you know.”

“Why, I apologize, but I had never seen a green gecko before and your slithery-look scared me.”

“And you think that I had seen a Squirrel Girl before? You are equally scary to me, and I will say that I am more beautiful than you since I am a beautiful green.”

“Sorry, I guess I am not the norm.”

“Duh—” said the Gecko and dashed off, for he thought Squirrel Girl was quite ugly.

Smiling wryly, Squirrel Girl rinsed herself and went in search of breakfast that was served in an open-air dining room that felt like a tree house—it delighted her. The island’s fruits that were served was so delicious that Squirrel Girl could not restrain herself from eating it all while the birds looked frustrated. One bird was bold and threatened Girl by perching itself on the back of her seat.

“Glutton! You should leave some for us!” declared the bird.

“I don’t care. Besides, you should be eating organic food such as the mosquitos. You don’t want to lose your svelte figure by eating what you should not. It is no wonder there are so many mosquitos on the island. You birds had been slacking off while the geckos did all the work.”

Thankfully, being birds with bird-brains, they did not keep a grudge against Squirrel Girl and flew off to bother another patron that could not speak “bird-speech,” while Squirrel Girl happily finished her breakfast—like a glutton.

Taxi driver Blacket’s number: 1 (473) 421-2824