I had been dreaming of snorkeling in the blue water of the Caribbeans since we went on a cruise a few years ago. Then we snorkeled off the beach of Honduras. (O.O) fishes... there were so many little guys, colorful and fast. The water were hypnotically blue. I had to go back. So I sweet talked Tim into going to Curacao for our vacation. Curacao was supposed to be one of the best island to snorkel by in the Caribbeans. The place hardly ever gets any rain.
I waited and waited for months and months.
Finally we arrived at Curacao airport. It was raining. We caught a taxi to our hotel, it was already in the evening. The hotel staff told us some storm was coming by. I was worried. Nonetheless, Tim and I walked out for early dinner and plan for an easy night.
Waiting for dinner reminded me about the things people says on "House hunter" shows: the pace on the island is really slow. Here I sat, dwindled in hunger, waiting for food.
After dinner, we walked back to the hotel and out to the pier. I was excited like a kid seeing the crabs that had come up to it. I tried to capture one of them, but I think it was impossible.
This is the view of the hotel's bar and cafe area. The lights and their reflection makes everything looks so dazzling.
The next morning, we woke up to this!!!! What what what!!! What has become of a desert-y island with hardly any rain? I came close to tears, this was not how I had dreamed about it to be.
But Timmo was there, doing what he does best: making me feel better. We patiently waited and spent the morning planning our day. By the early afternoon the weather had lighten up.
We rented a car ( I dont know why we were so brave. I think I was just ecstatic that the sun was shining ). We drove to the place we had picked for the day. A terrifying thing I found out as I was acting as Tim's navigation officer: most of the streets here didn't have street name plates.
But alas, we got where we wanted to go. Here was where we wanted to go.
Dont you think the water is hypnotizing? It made me wish I could swim well, more than anything.
If I didn't know how rocky and steep that beach was, I would say that this was a tropical paradise. But I did. and I came home with a large purple bruise on my butt to prove it.
Timmo for the most part coveted the different species of cacti and succulents that cover the island - proof that it is indeed a very dry island, and we're just "lucky".
That evening, we ate at the hotel's restaurant, sitting by the pier and listening to the waves was nice.
