Home. It is a word that means the same to most: a place where you live permanently. To me it has different meanings. St. Maarten is my home in the most traditional meaning of the word but when used referring to Curaçao, it means where I am from, where my family is and where my roots are. “Mi dushi Korsou” or my sweet Curaçao is a magical place full of culture, history and beauty and I am honored to have come from its land.

I had the chance to drop by Curaçao to see my family a few weeks ago. It is a trip I try to make at least twice every year. Each trip home used to be the same: visit mama and papa, see some friends and family, drive by places I used to frequent when I still used to live there and of course stuff my face with all the delicious food I miss while living away. I decided that this trip should be different. After all, I am different now. I realize that I hate routines. Routines to me are lethal. This trip I wanted to explore and see places I haven’t seen in years or ever and accompanied by dear friends I did exactly that. This is Curaçao Unknown.

Rusty canon at Fort Beekenburg, Caracasbaai
Rusty canon at Fort Beekenburg, Caracasbaai pointing at enemies of the past

Inside Fort Beekenburg
Inside fortress Fort Beekenburg

The view from atop Fortress Beekenburg with the ruins of the old Beekenburg quarantine house in the background

Rusty shackles
Rusty shackles

Doorway to ancient times
Doorway to ancient times

Walking away from the past.
Walking away from the past. In the background 18th century quarantine station at Fort Bekeenburg in Caracasbaai where seamen coming in on diseased ships were quarantined

Inside Fort Beekenburg’s quarantine station

Ride to rugged terrain
Ride to rugged terrain

A walk on the rocks at dawn
A walk on the rocks at dawn at fishing village Playa Canoa

Sunrise at Playa Canoa, Curaçao
Sunrise at Playa Canoa, Curaçao

New day at Playa Canoa
New day at Playa Canoa

Abandoned vacation home on the North side fishing village of Playa Canoa
Abandoned vacation home on the North side fishing village of Playa Canoa

Guard pup
Guard pup at dive shop in Caracasbaai

Awaiting fresh bread at one of the island's best bakeries
Awaiting freshly baked bread 

A rusty Panamanian oil platform resembling a Decepticon
A rusty Panamanian oil platform resembling a Decepticon
Email me for tips and info on Curaçao as a vacation destination.

<3 TTIG

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    • What a wonderful read about my native Curaçao. And isn’t the Tugboat pup the cutest?

  3. This is so amazing! We arrived in Curacao last week & I just read your post on the Do’s & Don’ts on Women Who Live on Rocks, which led me to your blog & this post, as I thought it would be interesting to see where to go that was off the beaten track & guess what! This is exactly what we did when we arrived, we took our dinghy to the end of the bay where we’re anchored and walked out to the road, found the dive shop & bar with that lovely guard pup, who is now our dogs’ new playmate and we went off to explore the fort and former quarantine station! What a coincidence and good to know we’re enjoying Curacao Unknown 🙂

    • Thank you so much for your comment. I’m so incredibly happy you went to the same area. And isn’t that pup the cutest thing ever? Thank you for reading my blog.

  4. Will be visiting Curaçao in two weeks.
    Sounds like the perfect plan…. thanks so much!
    I’ll be stalking you for some tips.

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