Keith and I flew to Curaçao on October 20 and came back just four days later. The island is gorgeous, peaceful, colorful, and warm but pleasantly overcast, so we were in no danger of sunburn. TROPICAL PERFECTION, Y'ALL. We strolled through Willemstad, watched the Queen Emma bridge open and close by moonlight, drank ridiculous blue cocktails, invented cute "vacation names" for each other, and doubled our money at the casino. I took an awesome picture of a shirtless Keith covered in our casino winnings, but I think he'd kill me if I posted it here.
|Queen Emma pontoon bridge in Willemstad, Curaçao.|
|Rif Fort in Willemstad, Curaçao: "Hey guys, let's build a resort into a 17th century fort!" "Okay!"|
|Willemstad looks like candy!|
|Why hello, wind-blown saltwater beach hair. I wish I could take you home with me.|