Flying into Curacao late at night meant that all we saw before landing was a few twinkling lights. Flying over Phoenix you're blinded, but this island just glistened in bunches and then the dark consumed the rest.

When we finally met the ground and began to be herded off the plane, I could smell the ocean. Instead of walking into the airport itself, we stepped down onto the runnway and made our way to the airport doors.

I'm not sure reality hit me until I couldn't understand the language and walking outside was like walking through water.

We were greeted outside the airport by a man named Jazz and a couple that introduced themselves as Caitlin and Ryan.

I haven't figured this place out yet, but it sure does feel like an adventure.

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