Getting to Grenada was quite easy. I drove to BWI and didn’t have trouble finding parking in one of the satellite lots, and we had timed it perfectly to hop right onto the shuttle to the terminal. Checking in was no problem, and the line for security was long but moved quickly. (C set off the alarm and had to be swiped with a wand, but of course there was nothing to find.) We had a while to wait before our flight, but it wasn’t crowded and we boarded easily. When we got to Philadelphia, we moved quickly to get to our next gate, but then we still had some time to wait. We were all in the same row, and unfortunately that was the very last occupied row in the plane. (The row behind us was reserved for the flight attendants, one of whom was crocheting a cool handbag.) When we landed at Point Salines we were dreading the wait to get off the plane, but suddenly they announced that we would be deplaning using front and rear stairs! This made us the first ones off and put us first in line for immigration. That went very smoothly, and we were waiting at the baggage claim before it even started moving. (Naturally our bags weren’t the first to show up, but at least they all made it there.) As soon as we headed out of the claim area, we were accosted by someone offering a taxi ride - well, sure, we had to get to the hotel somehow, right? We were a bit dismayed to find that it was only a five minute drive to the Rex, as we’d thought we were to be closer to Grand Anse and St. George’s. We didn’t feel like doing much right away, of course; A and :R: got some drinks at the poolside bar (which was not accessible from the pool, but rather was adjacent to it), where I joined them a little later. Finally the four of us had dinner at the Oriental Restaurant, which had a vegetarian menu but whose pad thai wasn’t quite what I was expecting. It was good, though, and I had my leftovers packaged up to eat later (I never finished them).