Willemstad, Curacao on a rainy day
After the devastating hurricanes of 2017, I was looking for a nearby (short flight) summer beach destination, and googled “islands not damaged by hurricanes”. My search produced the ABC islands, off the coast of Venezuela, below the Caribbean hurricane belt. Aruba most folks have heard of, but I knew Curacao only from liquor ads in 1970’s National Geographic magazines - a source of inspiration for so many of my life’s adventures. Researching coral reefs, a particular hobby of mine (goal is to see/ experience each of the top 20 before they are gone), produced recommendations for Bonaire, nearby. Off we went!
Curacao Liquor Distillery
Hubster touring the distillery, posing in front of an old fashioned still
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Curacao was delightful for us for several key reasons:
1)As a part of the Netherlands, it was refreshingly 1st world, modern, plenty of folks spoke English
2)Not tropical but arid in climate, means no mosquitoes!
3)Dollars were universally swapable with the local currency, ATMs worked fine, no currency worries
4)Beautiful beaches, and completely uncrowded even in July
5)The total cost of this trip was cheap compared to a previous week spent in Hawaii
6)We stayed at an adult only hotel bc we are empty nesters and not really enamored with other people's crying kids and babies pooping in the hotel pool
7)The food was great
One of our best vacations, ever, and we will definitely return. I could even retire there. Seriously.
The fabulous Nancy Medina, instructing
Believe it or not, I was once considered a bit of a prodigy, as a child, for drawing and painting. I won several local and state awards at ages 7, 12, 16 and more, and my father and I co-owned an art gallery at the famous (now defunct) Dallas arts and crafts gallery known as Olla Podrida. Ironically, I have almost none of my original childhood art laying about, as I sold it all through the gallery. Somehow, I put all my artistic yearnings aside for the past 40+ years to concentrate on adult hings like majoring in a "practical" degree in college, working full time to support myself, then spending every spare moment raising kids, husband aka "child #3", and working.
There were moments, in my 20's pre -kids, where I tried to pick my art back up, but I was in an abusive dysfunctional marriage and had no personal space in which to paint. Every person needs " a room of one's own" as Virginia Woolfe famously once wrote. So one of my retirement goals was to dip back in to the pool, to see if I could reclaim some of my earlier mojo. I started with an internet search of local artists who offered lessons. Did a little research, found someone nearby whose style of painting I enjoyed. That person was the fabulous Nancy Medina, and over the summer I took two classes from her. (I'm sorry I am a messy painter and got splotches all over your beautiful home, Nancy.) Not only did she remind me of the joy to be had in working with bright colors and happy subjects, but her karmic energy is just so positive it is impossible not to be inspired by her. I knew she was the right guide for me to begin my journey again when a casual get-to-know-you conversation turned up that we had both studied under fabled local artists Mary Berry, who exhibited at Olla Podrida, back in the 1970's. Talk about a small world? Karmic connection? Wow. She too loves Santa Fe and France and Italy as I do.
So now I am back to painting my little heart out. I am not very good yet, but I am getting better each day. I am rediscovering my joy in working with color and subject matter that dissolves my stress and takes me away to things and people and places I love.
Check out my online gallery : Karen Strecker Gallery on Facebook
Now that I am finally retired, I have time to explore all the fun crafty things I've put off for the past 40+ years. I grew up doing all these things, felt the pleasure of working with one's hands, making something beautiful, forgetting self and time in the process of exploring the skill.
Today's craft is indigo shibori dying. Real plant derived indigo, as used since ancient times, and learning to make a variety of designs in the fabric via the many different ways of folding, tying , and knotting the fabric. What a messy fun this was. Many thanks to my good friend Tonya who taught the class.
The fabulous outdoor ( yet semi-covered) Santa Fe Opera House. What the photo doesn't show you is the incredible view of the Sangre de Cristo mountains, behind the open air stage, that serve as a backdrop for every opera.
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Every couple of years or so, I get to visit Santa Fe during the opera festival held there, generally during August. One of the best destination opera festivals in the USA, not just bc of the quality of the stars / shows held there, but bc Santa Fe is such a beautiful place, with many interesting things to do. See art museums and galleries, tour historic sites, shop and eat gourmet food all day long, and see a breath-takingly beautiful opera, a different one each night!
opera picnic before the show
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This year, I visited when my childhood friend Bill was there, working as a journalist. Bill and I have been attending operas together since we were 13 years old, and he has educated and shared his passion with me, as well as his opera tickets, ever since. Together we have seen Beverly Sills and countless others, all the way to today's opera stars.
I stayed at this marvelous little B&B just 5 minutes from the square in Santa Fe, called Ravens Ridge. It was a lovely, serene place to stay, peaceful and restorative from the social la ronde of opera going. Ravens Ridge B & B has a beautiful garden, full of hummingbirds, and serves breakfast each day out of doors in the garden. Beautiful rooms, delicious food. I highly recommend it and will stay there again next time I visit. As an added bonus, the owner of RR B&B is also an oil painter, and we spent many a happy hour discussing her work, as well as my own.
While in Santa Fe this time, I visited "Meow Wolf" , a sort of modern pop art installation meets indoor playground, full of tiny rooms with wacky themes, escape hatches, colorful lights, campy decor, and general creative fun. Here I am entering a refrigerator, about to slide down a chute into another room. There is always something fun to do in Santa Fe - I've been coming since I was a little girl, when my parents took our family, as many Texans do, to escape the summer heat. (Yeah, SF is a dessert, but at nearly 8,000 ft elevation, it's significantly cooler than Texas.) I've spent years visiting Ghost Ranch, Abiqueu, Taos, Ojai, museums and art galleries, the Cathedral w the spiral staircase, shopping, sampling restaurants, etc. All the things one does in SF. It's good to know that there is always something new to experience.
Goliad CourthouseGoliad, Texas is a beautiful old little town in south Texas, between San Antonio and Corpus Christi / Victoria. One of the earliest settlements in the state, it is the location of one of the 3 famous battles for Texas Independence (the most famous of which is the Battle of the Alamo). It is also the family homestead of one of my oldest friends, whose father passed away in August.