Palapas on a crystalline blue Caribbean beach.
Husband and me, claiming our own slice of the Caribbean.
Husband and me at The Flying Fishbone, a lovely little restaurant where we got to eat with our toes literally in the water.
My view from our dinner table at The Flying Fishbone.
A storm rolling onto Baby Beach.
A wild iguana breaks into the axis deer enclosure at Philip’s Animal Garden.
Tucked beneath a cliff, a hidden cove where we took a rather chilly swim.
Our own private oasis at our AirBnB rental.
Aruba’s California Lighthouse.
One of many, MANY staggeringly beautiful views.
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.)
For this Texas gal, this sign was a hard buy to resist.
Me and my bestie. When we met as 3-year-olds, we couldn’t have imagined sharing a Caribbean adventure one day.
Couldn’t’ve said it better myself!
Ocean spray cascading into the Natural Pool.
A look sea-ward from The Flying Fishbone’s bar.
A posturing peacock at Philip’s Animal Garden.
Pelicans set sail near Arashi Beach.
My beautiful best friend.
A crab joins our dinner party at The Flying Fishbone.
Aruba’s starkly beautiful arid landscape.
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.
These shockingly blue chaps were to be found everywhere on the island.
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”