“You either love Curaçao, or you hate it!” said Frans, the driver and guide from my guesthouse, as we began our hike along a craggly clifftop. An intense sun whipped our faces, while the sea breeze cooled us sporadically and waves splashed furiously our way as if trying to reach us.
Love is more of what I felt for Curaçao after glancing at the immigration arrival form postcard that the flight attendant handed me on the flight. With a pink and white background, one side requested my basic traveler data while the other promised: “Life is better at the beach.”
Dushi! I said under my breath–the local papiamentu word for sweet that I had read was popular on the island. I wished all of my Caribbean destinations had the same delightful approach to entry.
The next two weeks I spent breathing, tasting, and feeling Korsou confirmed my initial instincts.
When gregarious Frans picked me up, I’d already been waiting on the curb for him. But it wasn’t his fault. The lightning process of getting through immigration (remember the dushi form), coupled with Copa Airlines’ swift luggage unloading meant that I had >>
2016 was a fantastic year of professional and personal growth.
A year in which I landed some of my biggest clients for both editorial and writing projects.
A year in which I received my first major award as a travel journalist.
A year in which I published my third title for Moon Travel Guides: a first edition of Moon Dominican Republic.
And a year in which, after eight years of being on the road as a travel writer and photographer, I have finally picked a country as my home base: the Dominican Republic. It was indeed in November 2008 that I sat in my >>Continue reading »