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