Every day as we go about our onboard chores, tuned in on the local radio stations we hear it. As we walk past rum shops it calls out to us. The blinged out cars driving by broadcast it along with enough bass to rock your soul. As we buzz past marinas and beach bars in our dinghy, and mostly as we sway under the palm trees on Hog Island, this song serenades us. The lilting reggae sound, the sex-in-your-face lyrics, the Caribbean vibe... love it all. I spent the first couple of weeks here trying to remember enough of the lyrics to ask locals what the song was called and who sang it.
This morning I found it - so happy about this! He is a local singer, based a couple kilometres from where we are. It has become our Grenada song, the song that marks the beginning of this new exciting, unknown life. And for that I just love it!
