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