During the final days of summer, my husband and I got away from it all for an all too short stay in Curacao, in the Netherlands Antilles. Every year, we make it a priority to share a few days alone, just the two of us. The demands of parenting, working and urban living can make it difficult to really spend time together as a couple. Both of us cherish the oppurtunity to share long rambling conversations, quiet, unhurried meals, and the new experiences that travel brings
Neither of us can remember where the inspiration for this trip came from (although we both agree it was my idea). Either way, I’m so glad I did. Curacao was an ideal place to escape to. We stayed in gorgeous Willemstad. It was a pleasure to walk it’s gorgeous, historic streets, visit its numerous museums, and sample the live music, that floats out of nearly every restaurant and bar, in the city’s core.
On our second day in Curacao, we booked a tour and spent the day out on a catamaran, sailing to the beautiful and unihabited Klein Curacao. I literally gasped at the sight of this beach, and even a mild sunburn and case of seasickness cannot tarnish the memory of snorkeling with some majestic (and remarkably unconcerned) sea turtles.
Our third day in Curacao involved hiding from future sun damage in the lovely Hato caves, and taking a road trip to along Curacao’s coast. Now that summer’s waning, I’ll be carrying the memory of the warm Carribean breezes with me back to work. While September may mean a return to reality, it also means the beginning of my favourite season, and a chance to curl up and make some progress knitting the cozy fall sweaters I couldn’t fit in my carry-on luggage.