There are two type of peoples on vacation; the “do-ers” and the “chill-ers.” I almost always fall into the first category. I am a planner! Therefore I do extensive research and pack in as much as humanly possible in the time I have. This method is great in that I get to see a ton in a short period of time, but this method also ensures exhaustion and I ultimately need a vacation from my vacation.
When planning our Honeymoon
my new husband we wanted a “chill” vacation to recover from the stresses of wedding planning. I swear we looked into all 196 countries in the world, or at least it felt that way. We finally settled on the Dutch Caribbean island of Curacao. Just off the coast of Venezuela. With gorgeous white sandy beaches and turquoise water, we found our own little piece of paradise.
After about 3 days of relaxing by the pool, reading, drinking pina coladas, trying to make a baby, swimming, snorkeling, and napping, I started to feel restless. Like I said, I am a do-er. So we took a very expensive cab ride to the capital city of Willemstad and spent the day just wondering around , checking out their markets, amazed at the largess of coming and going cruise ships, & taking in a little graffiti art.
We then spent another day lounging on the beach, snorkeling, reading, drinking pina-colada, and trying to make a baby.
At some point each day I’d find my way to the resorts little cafe and get a chocolate croissant. For weeks afterward I had the thought, today would be so much better with a chocolate croissant and a pina colada!
Wanting to see more of the Island, we got brave and rented a car. I was especially freaked out when I realized It was my first time driving in a foreign country. Its a good thing cars work just about the same everywhere. With map in hand my hubby took his position in the co-pilot seat and we headed out.
I t wasn’t long before I got caught up trying to take it all in, didn’t follow Juice’s directions exactly, took the wrong turn, and consequently ended up on a very lonely dirt road in the middle of nowhere. The experience was both frightening and exciting at the same time. After a few hushed, muffled curses from Juice, some intense scrutiny of the map, and what seemed like an eternity we made it back on to a PAVED road to Westpunt. I like to look back on this adventure as a relationship building exercise.
High on the cliffs of Wespunt we had lunch with a goat we shared our first meal with a goat.
We even came across a flamingo sanctuary on our way back to our hotel.
Being the doer that I am, we were lucky to have our own local tour guide for a day. My friend Matt’s mom actually lived in Curacao for many years and knew all the cool local places to take us. Mary was a total riot, she took us to a local grocery store for goodies and beer, we went snorkeling at a couple beaches and we got to check out this crazy cool fort.
Fort Beekenburg, built in 1703…is a surprisingly stout structure.
I will never forget the Dutch Carribean island of Curacao. It was the perfect compromise for both the “do-er” and “chiller” our every relationship. My hubby had days of white sandy beaches and reading, I had that and heavenly chocolate croissants, pina- coladas, and enough adventures to keep from going stir crazy. 40 weeks later we were both blessed with the cutest little honeymoon baby. Given all of this, Curacao will always hold a special place in my heart, it was our own little tropical dream come true.