Way back in 2004 Katy and I went to Portugal. It was our first international trip together and we had a great time. Though it took a few years for us to finally accept it, that trip probably proved that we could make a good couple over the long-run. Why? Because we rented a car and that car had a standard transmission. No big deal, except of course that I’d never driven a standard car before. I have a few good stories I could tell, but I’ll save that for another time. Suffice it to say, we nicknamed the car “peely polo” and we haven’t rented a car outside North American since… until now. Fortunately, Katy still married me.
With an area of 444 km2 Curacao’s not a big island, not that much bigger than Malta, and only has a population of around 140,000 so traffic isn’t that bad. Based on our transfer from the airport and our taxi ride to Willemstad, we figured we could handle the driving. Renting a car would also mean a car seat for Ella and that we could set the schedule for the day. Hell, they even had automatic cars. Ours came in the form of a pint sized Picanto. How’d we fair?
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