So I went to Curaçao and all I have to show for it is a wicked head cold. The cold started right on the heels of a particularly excruciating bout of ligament pain that all but immobilized me for the first couple days of our vacation. And who the fuck gets a cold in the motherfucking tropics?
But this view. This is what I saw every morning from our hotel room, which was actually a bungalow removed from the main hotel area (those two yellow buildings in the distance).
Not pictured: the bright blue and green hummingbirds that drank from those flowers.