The culture of a country is not only determined by its past and present inhabitants, but its descendants, the product of its people. Over the summer, my family traveled to Grenada for our first McIntyre family reunion, based in St. Georges, Grenada. This is was the first trip to Grenada that my younger brother and sister or I are old enough to remember, and this trip was even more special because of my summer internship at the Embassy of Grenada in Washington, D.C. Grenada is a small island nation of 133 square miles and less than 90,000 people. This photo represents two generations of my family; my brother Alexander (left) and my grandfather Geoffrey (right). To teach us a bit of history and enjoy the gorgeous weather, Geoffrey (who could very easily be the Caribbean version of Sean Connery) took my family on a tour of all six parishes on my 21st birthday. This was also the first time my siblings and I had a memory of meeting Geoffrey. Pictured here is part of the tour, as we drove down a steep hill to the shore, with a view of a tiny, unnamed island to hear about the Grenada’s fishing industry.