It is, at once, the saddest and most stunning view of Grenada; the sight you see sitting on the right side of the plane following the sharp northeasterly climb at take off, the hard bank to the southwest, and the eventual path northward toward the not-so-tropical climes back home in the States.
It’s my favorite takeoff in the Caribbean, the resulting picture of the entirety of Grenada extending northward atop a vibrant canvas of blue always claiming several breaths.
Some of those lost breaths are mixed with tears, of course, as I always hate leaving Grenada.
It’s been about four years since my last visit. Can’t imagine a sadder sight I’d more want to see again soon…