why a mom, a granny and a marketeer started a Montessori school on a teeny tiny island in the Caribbean
A little before 9 am, a car pulled up in front of an unassuming building in a quiet neighborhood on a tiny island somewhere in the Caribbean sea. A mother unloaded a stroller from the trunk of a sensible car, while the father grabbed the infant seat and made sure it was securely fastened to the stroller. Two round eyes peeked out of the back window. This was the very first family to tour The Montessori School in Curaçao; with them, my outlandish idea, became a reality.