Mr Johnson arrived on Aruba after plugging in dates and playing around with travel sites. We bought tickets before we picked a place to stay. We lucked out getting a great condo, in a wonderful location … a place we can perhaps even see ourselves returning to.
We’ve generally, on holiday, made an effort to make sure we learn about local culture and history. We have even typically spent a day or more on said information quest. On this holiday we simply watched a couple of YouTube clips in advance and through our Lonely Planet guide into our carry-on roller case.
As we cruised at 35,000 feet above the blue waters of Caribbean (somewhere below the clouds), we dutifully filled out our immigration forms, ticking with great satisfaction the box “Sun, Sand, Sea” as our reason for traveling to Aruba.
We filled six days with Sun, Sand, Sea. (They could have added wind … because every day was raucously windy. But it kept the bugs down, and not once did we feel too hot, even as the mercury climbed to the upper 80s.) We swam in the complex pool which was largely ours alone. The majority of others in the community were East coast retirees, who might linger pool side for a few hours each day, but rarely actually got in the water. We drove three short minutes to a craggy beach area, where we climbed down into tide pools and could snorkel off the shore.
The water was at times churned up … with the wind creating a cloudiness, especially in the afternoons. Still, we saw fish galore, including a spotted moray eel lurking in an eerily shallow depth of six feet! We saw pipefish (that resemble snakes), wrasses, parrot fish, box fish, trumpet fish and angel fish. When Mr Johnson spent a day diving, he saw the same times of fish, more plentiful and larger, lurking in the forgotten hulls of sunken vessels that have created an ideal coastal habitat.