Going to Grenada- Installment 3: The Rex Grenadian Resort

While our resort is worth writing about, its future is changing.

There are several resorts on the island, and they all seem to be set in the southern rim. Our resort is currently called the Rex Grenadian, but it has been purchased by Sandals La Source, a pricey resort farther down the tip of the island. La Source Deux? In any case, it will be getting pricier in the future me thinks!

The Rex Grenadian was truly a lovely place to be. It is a bit aged. Not in an overstuffed British castle sort of way, but in a seaside rusty sort of way. But it feels Brit-ish, in that one must suffer a bit in order to enjoy the wonders of life. At the Rex, it is a very small bit. The downside: the accomodations were clean but not special, furnished in a 1988 Florida condo style, with bleached "wood" rounded furnishings, a dubious looking couch and glaring lighting. The upside: WHO CARES what your room looks like? There is a BEACH right outside! Our suite had a big tiled back porch, which is where we spent  any spare time while in the room. And we arrived, 10 pm,  tired and eyes burning (from a 3:00 am wake up in Ohio) to fresh fruit juice in the open air lobby and bright magenta bougainvillea strewn over our bed and in the bath. Flowers and fresh fruit perk up just about anything!

 The view from our porch looked down to one of the bar areas where they had evening entertainment and morning exercise. If you looked the other way you could see the pool and beach beyond.  I didn't know what it truly was until morning came and I could get a good gander.

The pool is on the uppermost level of the structure with a bar and a restaurant as well. Our last evening in Grenada, we strolled back on the beach from The Aquarium Restaurant to the rhythms of a steel drum band playing poolside.

Our bed upon arrival:

 The resort is strung out with several buildings connected by clay tile covered walkways.

Sunrise included walking to the beach.

The pool is obviously a lovely place to be, but we spent almost no time here, and never dipped in a toe. Why bother when the beach and the ocean are so perfect?

From our room we could wend our way to the beach from mulitple stairways. My favorite wound around the hotel on the outside.

From here I could anticipate scoping out a beach chair. That turns out to be one of the hardest decisions of the day, as there were plenty available, surrounded by peaceful sounds of ocean, birds and breeze.

Looks like an imposing decision, no? Undaunted I would stride forth and make a choice. I was never wrong.

Basking in a choice well made. 

I may have spent my morning tromping around hither and yon, but my afternoons were spent right about here.

Or anywhere there.

The pool can be seen on the rock at the end of the beach, but on the other side of the pool was another secluded, empty private beach.

In comparison to Grand Anse Beach, ours was tops. Plenty of shade, practically uninhabited and the cool blue water had a lip of sandstone that you had to cross to get to the soft stuff, but the rock meant the fish came in, and I was surrounded by them. Since the water is crystal clear you can see them all swimming about quite handily. I found out they were not waiting to be petted, and they avoided my hands. So we just swam together. Had one been required to summon up the energy, one could go to the bar at the pool and collect one of those tasty rum punch drinks. I was never required. I found several hours in a beach chair in the shade to be all I required indeed.