Willemstad, Curaçao
Curaçao is beautiful. Sometimes people call this the C in the ABC islands, above South America.
It’s inhabitants are transplants from all over the world, including Europe, South America, and Asia—but most predominantly West Africa and the Bight of Benin due to Transatlantic Slave Trading. These good folks created a language based off of their many and numerous captures, Papiamentu, a creole based on Portuguese and Spanish.
The indigenous inhabitants were primarily Arawakan-speaking Caquetio people from what is now Venezuela.
Truth be told, I hear Dutch, English, Papiamentu, and Spanish reverberating from the narrow alleys of rainbow colored dwellings built by the Dutch, hundreds of years ago. Built by the Dutch—but painted by Curaçaoënaars.
I see T-Shirts all over the place that say Curaçao: Est. 1499. It probably involved a flag (a Spanish flag). I’m sure the Caquetio had little use for flags, unfortunately.
Sammuel, one of the friends I made aboard the Koningsdam, is from Curaçao and was kind enough to take us around the island this morning for a bit, before I lost myself, searching for treasure, whether it photos or clothing or food or whatever else I could sponge up with my senses.
I think Aly went to an Ostrich farm. That would have been rad; I’ve never been to one. Maybe next time.
My favorite shot from today, involved this man feeding a big hunk of bread to pigeons. Let me know which one you like best.
The people are lovely here. I’m coming back, if not soon—then maybe a bit later.
WHO IS MIKE VITALE?
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