My fascination with urban decay continues with part two of my new photo series, St. Maarten Abandoned.
These photos were all taken on the French side of the island where most of the abandoned buildings are found today. Charming buildings that were once upon a time undoubtedly beautiful jewels in the middle of the center of town, now stand here slowly deteriorating into nothingness yet still somehow maintaining their majestic stature.
I sit here in my office at the hostel I now run, coffee in hand thinking back on where I’ve been and where I am today. I should be doing some filing or at least prepare next week’s schedule, but it’s Sunday and my body knowingly goes into lazy mode.
I am a month away from my 41st and what a crazy year it has been. It all started around this time last year. (read also: How to Find Yourself on a tiny island). I was nearing 40 and had a sudden revelation that I was not doing any of the things that make me happy. I was too busy living for everyone else, being the person everyone around me wanted me to be. I’ve always been a very adapting person but there is a thin line between being adapting and being someone you’re not. So I rebelled and demanded to be heard. If it wasn’t for my love for food I would have probably gone on a hunger strike too. Anything to make myself be heard. I now realize that behavior was more a scream for help than anything else. Help me find myself.
If you are reading this I can only assume you recently got engaged, or you know someone who did, or at the very least you have already purchased the rope and duct tape to kidnap your boyfriend and hold him in captivity until he comes to his senses, drops on one knee and proposes.
If you do happen to have gotten engaged recently: CONGRATULATIONS. I wish you and your partner a lifetime of happiness but most importantly an eternity of patience.
As an ex island wedding planner turned blogger I have the inside scoop on what to look out for when planning a wedding on this beautiful 37 square mile rock called St. Maarten. I have seen many brides arrive here thinking that it would be super easy to plan a wedding here. It can’t be that much different than planning a wedding back home, can it? WRONG!!!! First of all to think that planning any wedding any where is an easy task is ludicrous and to think that planning a wedding here in the Caribbean is easy…….well, let’s just say that you, my friend, are in for a big surprise.
I’ve always been fascinated by ruins and abandoned buildings. From a very young age I used go around my birth island of Curaçao, in search of ruins of what once were majestical places. To me these buildings or rather what is left of them, represent what once was and could one day be again. They hold memories of eras long gone. Some represent ancient evil like slavery, abuse and even murder. However, I choose to only see the beauty in these old buildings and I choose to hope that one day they will be restored to their former glory.
So I set off in search of St. Maarten’s past, husband in tow. It took some convincing but he relented and joined me in my quest. What follows is a beautiful photo series I want to introduce to my blog: St. Maarten Abandoned. I hope you enjoy it.
Always go with your gut and trust your intuition
Name: Heather Gaye Court
Nick name: Hedda
Occupation: Stay at home mom, self employed marketing and PR agent and Blogger
From: French St. Martin
Official current home: Drenthe, the Netherlands
Confession: I’m The Traveling Island Girl that hasn’t traveled in 4 months. I’ll patiently wait till you pick up the bottom of your jaw from the floor and let that sink in for a while. Say what???? Yes, you read that right. Why, you ask? I guess for the same reasons you are not on a plane to your dream destination right about now. Financial reasons, family obligations, work commitment, and the list just goes on and on. One can always find a reason or excuse not to just up and leave.