As mentioned in last week’s photo-gallery based post, I recently had the blessing of vacationing on the beautiful arid island of Aruba. The trip was made all the better by the company: my husband, my best friend, and her fiancé.
For my readers contemplating their own Caribbean getaway, I wanted to offer reflections on what made our Aruba trip a successful escape: Continue reading “All About Aruba: 5 Hints for Making the Most of Your Trip”
Husband and me, claiming our own slice of the Caribbean.
My beautiful best friend.
These shockingly blue chaps were to be found everywhere on the island.
Palapas on a crystalline blue Caribbean beach.
Our own private oasis at our AirBnB rental.
For this Texas gal, this sign was a hard buy to resist.
My view from our dinner table at The Flying Fishbone.
Aruba’s starkly beautiful arid landscape.
A storm rolling onto Baby Beach.
Ocean spray cascading into the Natural Pool.
A look sea-ward from The Flying Fishbone’s bar.
A wild iguana breaks into the axis deer enclosure at Philip’s Animal Garden.
Me and my bestie. When we met as 3-year-olds, we couldn’t have imagined sharing a Caribbean adventure one day.
Tucked beneath a cliff, a hidden cove where we took a rather chilly swim.
Pelicans set sail near Arashi Beach.
Couldn’t’ve said it better myself!
Husband and me, in front of the anchor honoring those lost at sea. (And, in the distant left, a cluster of kite surfers with neon-hued sails.)
One of many, MANY staggeringly beautiful views.
A posturing peacock at Philip’s Animal Garden.
Aruba’s California Lighthouse.
See the tiny people in the water at the left-hand side of the photo? They’re swimming in the “Conchi” Natural Pool, located in the Arikok National Park.
A crab joins our dinner party at The Flying Fishbone.
Husband and me at The Flying Fishbone, a lovely little restaurant where we got to eat with our toes literally in the water.
Everybody needs a break now and again–a chance to get away from that job, that place, that set of circumstances wearing you down. A chance to refuel.
For me at least, living overseas has made this need particularly pronounced. Functioning in a culture distinct from that of your homeland, coupled with being so far from family and friends, can make the stress ratchet up more quickly.
But I’m happy to report that, thanks to a week-plus in Aruba with my husband, my best bud, and her fiancé, I’m now more rested, relaxed, and (bonus!) tanned.
Even before heading to Aruba, I knew it was an “arid island,” lacking the rainforesty climate and foliage often associated with island atmosphere. I wasn’t sure how well I’d like this aesthetic after traveling to spots like Maui and Thailand. Continue reading “Aruba: Our Arid Paradise”