At the start of my evolution or life crisis or whatever you want to call it, I made some extreme decisions. Yes, there was the drastic haircut, the career move and the change in wardrobe but nothing was more dramatic than the day I decided to jump out of a plane.
It was a Saturday morning. Me and five friends met at the small airport in Grand case, French St. Martin. I made sure to wear the proper attire and I looked the part, I guess. But what was really going through my mind was “will this look good when they pick me up in pieces in a nearby field?” I decided to go with a black ensemble. At least I’ll be wearing the correct color to my own funeral.
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.
Being the best she can be.
Full name: Valeska Luckert
Nick name: Val
Occupation: Marina Manager and Project Developer
Curent home: St. Maarten
She has been called tough, resilient, determined, a superwoman and funny but to me she is best known as my best friend and childhood pal.
Yoga is a physical, mental and spiritual practice or discipline which originated in India. At least it is according to Wikipedia. To me it just looked like a bunch of weird uncomfortable poses. Until one September day when I was invited to try it out by Melinda of Joga SXM, the newest yoga studio on the island.
I immediately jumped at the opportunity to try out this phenomenon called yoga. I’ve heard so much about how it’s suppose to enlighten you and how it is both physical and emotional. Why not, I thought. Especially now that I am “searching” for myself.
Let me begin by saying that if you were able to find the answer to the above question please don’t be greedy. Don’t keep it all to yourself. Be a dear and share it.
If you read my first blog post “It’s a Big World out There” you know now that I recently had what I kindly call a revelation. Actually it was more like a life crisis combined with a wee little bit of a burnout and whole lot of crazy. You see, I was a few weeks away from my 40th. Yes, I know, I don’t look a minute over 25. Don’t hate. We can’t all be blessed with good genes.
Let me start by saying September and I are no friends.
This hate/love relationship with the 9th month of the year started when I first arrived on the island 14 years ago and the feeling remains unchanged today.
Allow me to explain why…….