Reader, as you may have noticed, I have been MIA for a little over a month. It isn’t that I don’t love you-I do! I just have been trying to strike the perfect work life balance. As you can see, I have been unsuccessful to date. But, I will try my darnedest to be a better blogger. I will!
Now, one of the reasons, I was missing was because I went on vacation with the brilliant Sean. Sean had just finished the grueling challenge of writing his thesis (woo-hoo!), and I had a nasty case of seasonal depression. We were in need of fun in the sun, and then Curaçao entered our lives.
We found an amazing deal and less than two weeks later we checked into the Hyatt Regency Golf and Spa Resort in Curaçao. It was secluded – located at the end of the island at the Santa Barbara Plantation. We arrived at night and were greeted with a cool drink. Blue curacao and lemonade. Oh. Wow. We looked at each other.
“Could this really be our life?” I asked Sean.
“I think so!” he replied.
We were so lucky! I mean just look at this place!
We did nothing for the better part of a week. I mean nothing!
We watched the occasional lizard move slowly and gingerly. We played in the pools. We played at the private beach/lagoon. We watched the few other guests. It’s a brand new resort, so there weren’t many. Sometimes we would move from our poolside cabana:
and lie under a tree at the beach:
or in a bubble by sprinklers:
Our biggest challenge during our trip involved trying to sort out what we would eat. Sadly, though the resort is paradise the service isn’t quite up to snuff yet. The kitchen is inconsistent at best. I figure it is a matter of time before they work out the kinks. I met the chef and he was young, enthusiastic and apologetic. But in truth, our best meals came when we explored Willemstad. First we ate pastechi, delicious and flaky pastries filled with meat or cheese. They reminded me so much of Guyanese patties I began feeling nostalgic.
We wandered a bit:
Saw fisherman:
Willemstad isn’t very large, so we conquered it quickly:
And them we stopped into the food hall. What a sight! Tables filled with workers, blue- and white- collar eating with gusto. Why had I filled up on pastechi? I lamented. But Sean always has a hardy appetite, and so we purchased this:
And we devoured it:
That fish was so fresh, and the bread was similar to the bake that is served with salt fish but it was filled with a soft pumpkin filling. I think it was pumpkin. I loved it!
All too soon, we had to return. Sean had to defend his thesis. I had work. When I said to Sean I didn’t want to return, and “Can’t we stay forever?!”
He said, “No. This is why rich people go broke.”
True. We aren’t rich, but chasing paradise would definitely destroy us, too. So we left. And returned to life, as it is.
But I will relive the memories. Photos are a good thing. But the taste of the food, now that will stay with me always. And I feel like I cheated you by not writing about it. So I will make a promise to you, reader. Everywhere I go from now on, I will blog about. And I will write about the food. 😉
Photo Credit: Sean
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