Fall Break in Curacao!

We  moved our way through the Lesser Antilles during the week spent in Curacao (cure-a-sow/aka, The Pig Trip) with my BFF Cassie and her husband Mike.

In Rif Fort on our last night

And yes, I might have left pig noses at concierage to greet Cas + Mike upon their arrival. I'm a mature traveler like that...

And we might have pigged out a little, while on our Pig Trip.

Some people will tell you, If you've seen one Carribean island, you've seen them all. Not that I've seen that many, but...from experience vacationing around St. Somewheres, I tend to disagree, especially after a week in Curacao.  As in all sunny places, you'll find fruity drinks...

and have to share your space with the cruisers...

but the vibe in Curacao is far more international than say, Cancun or the BVI, and certainly (obvs!) the U.S. Virgins (haa- get it...America = not international to Americans; there was much debate on our trip as to what/where constitutes "overseas" so writing this, still nursing a frozen mojito hang-over...that made me laugh. Since you weren't there with us, you probably didn't even grin.  But I digress...).

The ole Pig has distinctive beauty, no doubt, and interesting landscape, too...

...making it far more than just "paradise". I really loved that about the place. Not that a paradise vibe escapes visitors, it does not...

There are plenty of sites worthy of a Corona commerical. It's just Curacao doesn't feel like Just Another Carribean Island.

Maybe because I was there with Cas. She + I  hadn't traveled together in four years, and never together with boys, who we almost lost to sea...

Not really - they're actually in a pool. Our resort had an infiniti beach - a salt water, man-made "pool" that overlooks the ocean The water, also, SO warm. When Dan + Mike left us to go gossip in the deep end I found a natural high with Lowe...Rob Lowe.

Read his memoir if you love politics, Hollywood gossip and 80's movies. I loved it! I also loved Boat Day!

We went on a catamaran with all of Cas + Mike's friends from Atlanta...

who, down island for a wedding, were nice enough to let us on board and have a few Beyonce/Jay-Z moments hanging out on the nets while while we sailed the sea, waiting on these nice, young Dutch studs gentlemen to mix our drinks and serve up lunch.


But we're back home now, and it is I who does the cooking. And while the Fall foliage is all warm in hue, it's chilly here. It snowed this weekend, and as we shivered and trudged through a Target parking lot back in the 'burbs, nary a ray of sun or a fruity drink in sight, it made Curacao seem all the more a cold, distant....

 memory. Oink. Sigh.