We joined a tour this morning of Curacao, pronounced 'kyoo-r'-sow' (with the 'sow' rhyming with 'cow').
Curacao has more money than Aruba, thanks to the oil refineries, and perhaps thanks to sales of the alcoholic drink of the same name, even though Curacoa these days is bottled in San Francisco. Curacao, the drink, is an extremely tasty drink, and our tour took us to the factory where it all began long ago, thanks to Jewish business people by the name of Senior. Our tour included free tasting of either the original drink, or rum and raisin, or koffie, or chocolate. Wearing a hat and glasses, I made a slight pig of myself, doing a little too much tasting. I disappeared to the men's room, and returned without my hat and glasses, hoping to look different. I proceeded to make another pig of myself, sampling the four choices again and again, and 'Oh, I think this one is better than that one..let me try again..'. A terrific drink, I have to tell you. My favourite? It's a toss up between koffie and chocolate. Actually, I'm not sure, let me try another one....
Earlier, our tour had taken us to the Dinah's Botanical and Historical Garden, and we were led around by the very flamboyant, middle aged lady of African heritage known as Sandra, who told of every possible health benefit of every herb in the garden. As she talked, she teased and flirted with everyone, especially the men folk. It is the kalbas which aids in getting rid of coughs, so we bought some for Jean who's been coughing since we were in Finland. Sandra showed us a pot for eating out of, and put it on her head. Last night, in the theatre of the cruise ship, a crew member carried a tray with half a dozen cocktails on her head without spilling. I placed the 'knee', which is a kind of flattened cloth, on my head, then placed the bowl upon my head. I then took a few steps without dropping it, to the applause of the others.
The free samples..
This is Sandra.
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