It’s been a while since I posted… and as much as I like writing my „open to public diary“ it was nice to have a little break from it. But many Suns have passed and it’s time to update you guys!

Well… Grenada. What a place.
Our time there followed a very strict and well-researched schedule: recovering → partying → recovering from the partying. Somewhere in between we also managed to explore the island, help a damaged yacht into the Marina at 3:00am, jump into waterfalls, and learn how chocolate is made — from cocoa flower to actual chocolate bar. Easily one of the tastiest homeschooling lessons so far (highly recommended, especially the “sample generously” part).

In full honesty, the Grenada National Museum turned out to be exactly as boring as our kids predicted. They were right. Again. But at least the walk there was educational, which is basically the parental definition of success. Grenada may not be the richest Caribbean island, but the people were wonderfully friendly, and the lush inland rainforest was absolutely stunning.

And it’s also the place where we made some great friends! Can’t beat the ARC for that! 

It’s also the place where we made some great friends. You really can’t beat the ARC for that!

Eventually, even paradise tells you it’s time to move on. And when the ARC called for its final prize-giving party, we knew it was time to say goodbye to many new friends. Although Akuna didn’t receive an official prize (in our hearts we know we were super fast), nothing could beat the moment when all the ARC kids — now officially Atlantic Crossers — were called on stage to receive their medals and certificates.
My God. The pride of a mum!

And so it all came to a close, and off we went — to our first real anchorage since La Graciosa (and before that, Menorca… yes, it had been that long). A windy night at Ronde Island warmed us up, and then north we sailed to Sandy Island off Carriacou — the very first proper Caribbean dream spot we had always promised the boys.

White sand. Coconut palms. Warm, clear water. That magical feeling of being far away from everything. The kids disappeared onto the island and spent an entire day building a “basecamp,” exploring, and pretending their parents did not exist. Honestly? Peak parenting achievement. What a childhood!

As more ARC boats arrived, the fun increased equally: first wing-boarding session thanks to Moses on Ruaj, and airborne doughnut rides courtesy of Dan on Kotare. Smiles everywhere.

Carriacou, sadly, had been heavily hit by Hurricane Beryl in July 2024, and the damage is still visible. But the spirit of the people is incredible — they’re rebuilding, repairing, and welcoming visitors again, and most restaurants are already back in action.

We stayed four nights in absolute paradise — which felt simply wonderful — until the itch for the next adventure kicked in. We then sailed on to Union Island, part of St. Vincent and the Grenadines, with plans to head up to the Tobago Keys around Christmas.

The idea: find a nice beach to enjoy Holy Night… and spend the following day lazing under a coconut palm with a few well-earned cock- and mocktails.

The Lebkuchen have already been baked and eaten. I have to say, there’s something special about mixing spices that come from the very island you’re on to make them happen.

And the Christmas tree? Of course we have a Christmas tree! And as you already know Akuna, a bit of magic was involved again… we set it up one evening, only to find it beautifully decorated the next morning. We are now VERY confident that the Christkind has not forgotten us — and that we might find a few presents underneath on the 24th.

Though I have to admit, I already got my present – in fact, I get one every day: a happy set of four healthy boys.