Today, we don’t just arrive— we erupt. Grenada calls with rum-soaked whispers, waterfall moans, and submerged secrets sculpted in stone. Sip. Slip. Submerge. The island doesn’t invite. It dares. Reflection Grenada isn’t the kind of island you visit—it’s the kind of island that consumes you. From the burn of overproof rum to the bite of…