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Located at 75 miles north of Vancouver, Canada, the town of Whistler is one of the major ski resort towns of North America. With its two mountains, Whistler and Blackcomb, it attracts tourists from all over the world during the winters for its plethora of winter activities. However, it is no longer a secret that Whistler makes a great summer holiday location too. There are enough activities to indulge in during the summers, and the place looks serene and beautiful as the snow melts from the lower part of the region. You’ll be shocked to see how lush and green Whistler looks during the summers. Just book any Whistler vacation rentals, enjoy these five must do summer activities Whistler has in store for you and you will surely have one of the most enjoyable summer holidays you’ve had in your whole life. Continue reading FIVE MUST DO SUMMER ACTIVITIES DURING YOUR HOLIDAYS IN
The oil refinery I saw on the way to my apartment rental in Curacao became a harbinger of things to come.
The Caribbean conjures up images of white sand beaches, palm trees, coral reefs, and tropical drinks. This summer I planned to travel much of the Caribbean (spoiler alert: I didn’t) and at the top of my list of places to visit was Curacao, located in the Dutch Antilles, a part of Holland, and famous for its casino, nightlife, and similarly named blue liqueur.
As I flew into Curacao, I dreamed of all the Caribbean offered and imagined myself relaxing on long white sand beaches with a Pina Colada in hand. The largest and most rugged of the ABC (Aruba, Bonaire, and Curacao) islands, Curacao also held the promise of good hiking and non-beach activities.
But almost immediately after arriving I was disappointed.
What they don’t show in the brochures is the oil refinery on the edge of town. You know this beautiful, multi-colored, waterfront photo that shows off the view Curacao is famous for:
Well, right near there is a not-so-wonderful oil refinery blowing black smoke into the air — and it’s very visible from town.
That refinery set the tone for the week.
Curacao was, as we say, “meh.” It wasn’t a bad place, but it didn’t blow my mind. I left the country indifferent. The island’s vibe and I just didn’t mesh. I wanted to love Curacao but nothing there left me filled with sadness and a desire to stay as I boarded my flight home.
Let’s begin with the beaches: nice but not that great. Those near the main town are all resort beaches, meaning you have to pay to enjoy them if you aren’t already staying in one of the resorts. They are cluttered with people, lounge chairs, and artificial breakers to protect against the waves and create a calm swimming area. (Not that a calm swimming area is bad, but the breakers reduce the flow of water and since most resorts have docks, due to the boats, I didn’t feel the water was the cleanest.)
The beaches up north are public, wider, and more natural, but even still, they aren’t the long, white sand beaches we often imagine. Moreover, the shoreline is filled with dead coral and rocks. Were they pretty? Yes. Did I sit there and go “Damn, this is beautiful”? Sure. Was I blown away by them? No, not really.
I was also disappointed in the lack of affordable and accessible public transportation. Buses only run every two hours and taxis are incredibly expensive ($50 USD for a fifteen minute cab ride). If you want to see the island, you really have to rent a car during your stay. Not having one really limits what you can see.
To top it off, even the towns aren’t that pretty. Outside Willemstad’s famous waterfront, I wasn’t too impressed by the scenery, buildings, or homes. Even the resorts looked outdated. There’s nothing like a little grime and wear and tear on a city to give it some charm but here in Curacao, the grit only added a feeling of woeful neglect.
One thing that did make my trip, though, were the locals. They made the trip. The locals on the island were friendly, helpful, and great conversationalists. I stayed in an Airbnb rental and Milly, the woman whose house I was in, was super friendly and helpful. She even went the extra mile and drove me some places so I wouldn’t have to take a taxi. If I returned to Curacao, I would stay at her place again.
While searching for places to eat, I stumbled across a local family run restaurant near my apartment and ate most of the meals there. Every time I walked in, they greeted me like they had known me for years (I was probably the only non-local to eat there).
Jack, from the restaurant in the central market, kindly gave me his phone number if I needed anything and always remembered me and that I really loved his lemonade when he saw me.
And then there were the bus drivers who helped guide me around town, the locals who let me hitch a ride with them when the bus didn’t come, and the countless other little moments of friendly conversation and help that happened during the course of my week.
If I choose to go back, it would be for the people, not the place.
Curacao wasn’t awful, but I’ve experienced better destinations. Maybe I didn’t like it because I had high expectations — when you think of nearby Aruba and Bonaire you think Caribbean paradise, and I just lumped Curacao in with them. Expectations can often lead to disappointment when we build up locations in our head.
I walked away from Curacao with no burning desire to go back. I’m happy I went and I would encourage others to go but there was nothing in Curacao that you can’t find elsewhere better and cheaper.
You can’t love every destination. It’s impossible. I can usually find the good in every place (even Vietnam!) but humans have opinions, emotions, and preferences — and mine don’t favor Curacao.
You should go and explore the island for yourself; you just won’t find me there.
When I decided to move to New York City, I had this vision of what would happen: I would move to NYC, settle down into my own amazing apartment, decorate it with lots of cool stuff, join a gym, take cooking classes, and, in between all that, take numerous trips to JFK airport and jet set around the world. I’d come back, stay for a few weeks, and do it all over again.
I’d be able to balance my twin desires – settling down and my love of travel.
I was naive.
Since moving here in January, I never managed to spend more than a couple weeks in New York City before having to leave again. When I moved into my own apartment in July, I left the next day. I came back for a week before leaving again for two months.
I never got to settle down.
I never took those cooking classes.
I never joined that gym.
My apartment is still bare with curtainless windows, books longing for a bookcase, and walls longing for art and paintings.
The famed — and much desired — end to my travels never really materialized as I’ve spent much of the last year on the road.
“I thought you were slowing down,” people would say to me.
“I’m trying. I’m trying,” I’d reply.
No matter how hard I tried, slowing down never seemed to happen.
But last month while in Europe, I began to feel really homesick. I was tired of traveling and just wanted to be home in my comfy bed.
I realized I was tired of delaying my roots.
Roots, after all, can only take hold if they are in the ground. I’ve been trying to develop habits and routines without giving my roots time to grow. I keep uprooting them, and then trying to replant them in hopes they would grow.
But it doesn’t work that way.
You need to till the earth, plant the seed, and let the roots take hold.
You can’t uproot them.
It’s time I give my roots a chance.
I’m tired of saying “Ok, I’ll do it next time.” Each time I’m about to hit my stride in New York City, it’s time to get on a plane again.
Except this time.
I’m not traveling until the end of December when I go to the Philippines.
There’s a lot to do in NYC and it’s finally time to do it.
I’ve purposely filled my schedule with things that will keep me in the city. This week I joined a gym, got a trainer, and paid for a desk at a co-working space.
I’m having friends visit.
It’s time to grow some roots.
Nothing will stop me now.
It’s not very often you find yourself meeting a person who doesn’t like to travel. A person might not enjoy some of the things associated with traveling like sitting in cramped quarters on an airplane for hours at a time, or eating airport food that is overpriced and subpar, but when you start talking about the stunning sights and mouth watering food that traveling affords people, most are quick to jump on the train and rave about how much they desire to get out and see the world.