Tag Archive: travel

Our secret language is almost back.

Somehow, inexplicably but terribly predictably, our time in Curacao has flown by. But we haven’t been to that Surinamese restaurant, the aloe plantation, or on an organized snorkeling trip! But in less than… Continue reading

National Park, Curacao style.

Why would you, personally, go to a Caribbean Island? Got your answer? I’ll go out on a limb and guess it involves a swimsuit, sunscreen, and a beach chair. Anything else? (I put… Continue reading

What year is it and why am I so greasy?

I did something out of character tonight, and I don’t even feel bad about it. I plead temporary insanity. And peer pressure. And a spirit of adventure. K has a curiosity for experiences,… Continue reading

That cat just cut my hair.

I’ve heard your hair and fingernails grow faster in warm climates. I haven’t done the formal science, but I may go as Wolverine for Halloween this year. (I know, Freddie Kruger would be… Continue reading

Gringo Radio

All I want to talk about lately is fish, but I’ll give that a (short) break and tell you about the radio instead. I mentioned that Curacao is filled with Dutch, Spanish, English,… Continue reading

Drag queens of the sea make me feel welcome.

Our temporary home is a U-shaped complex of apartments around a pool, complete with several palm trees, and a small private beach. Pelicans and frigate birds fly overhead, and an utterly badass eagle… Continue reading

Dying through every pore.

I am a sweater. Not cable knit wool, but braids of salty liquid in stupid quantities. It’s a talent, a horrible horrible talent, and someday I will travel to Norway to have a… Continue reading

Curacao is…beautiful.

Curacao is beautiful. Curacao is Caribbean, an island of hot air breezes and palm trees. It is thin sandy beaches and sheltered coves. It is recliner chairs by the water and drinks with alcohol… Continue reading

Frozen Nazi zombies kinda ruined my appetite.

Our last night in Ecuador we went to the only restaurant we knew in Guayaquil, the cheap Chinese food place across from the open-late liquor store where seen-it-all attendents passed groceries out to… Continue reading

Awesome names, schizophrenic poodles, and racial offensiveness.

It was tempting to stay in our Casa de breaded eggplant, mosquito net, and clean sheets in Canoa, but we had a date with an airplane coming up, so made our way back… Continue reading