“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 >>
I’ve been dying to share more photos of the gorgeous Samaná Peninsula, where I spent the month of June.
From Samaná town to Las Galeras and Las Terrenas, this northeastern tip of the DR is one of the most stunning corners of the island, if not the entire Caribbean region. So stunning that many American and European reality TV shows and movies were filmed here. Think rugged cliffs and mountains hugging the turquoise Atlantic Ocean and diamond-white beaches–some on the world’s best lists, like Playa Rincon–bluffs blanketed in coconut palm trees, jade rivers and waterfalls, offshore islands and national