Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Aruba (in tweets that weren't)
Boarded the flight from ATL to AUA. Plane is half empty, which makes for nice napping.
They are showing the movie "The Express." I missed the first thirty minutes (napping) so I don't want to watch the end. Back to sleep...
OCEAN! THERE'S THE OCEAN!
Boy, that warm air smacks you in the face the minute you step off the plane. Taking off the jeans I wore under my dress.
The Aruba airport is really nice!
Short lines at customs... half-empty plane will do that for you.
Snatched a taxi right away. Too dark to see much outside.
Cruise ships are really big.
There are about 1,436,893 jewelry stores in Aruba. Lucky for someone that I'm not angling for a diamond, you know what I mean?
The front desk lady at our resort is not particularly pleasant. But the bell guy that had to carry my 800 lb suitcase up 2 flights of stairs was nice.
Off to explore, and we truly accidentally stumbled upon Matthew's Beachside Restaurant, an awesome karaoke-having bar. With 2-for-1 drinks. Rum Punch, please.
More rum punch, please.
Some girl asked me to help her with her song. Whatev.
More rum punch, please.
Walked back along the beach, but still can't see the water. It's dark, dudes.
Hawaiian pizza and beer. Old dude at the bar (Ed) is our new best friend.
Can't wait to wake up in the morning and see Aruba!
That sun? Is really bright.
We can see the ocean from our balcony. It is very very bright turquoise.
Beachtime! I have a pink striped towel, a magazine, and a lounge chair.
Lunch break! Club sandwiches at the pool grill, and Hoops on the TV. Sadly, no Memphis. They're showing Louisville. Damn regional coverage.
Back to the beach. Watching people try to surfsail. Sailsurf? whichever. Nobody's any good at it.
Trip to the grocery store. Beer must be purchased.
Beer purchase success.
Seaview Bar. Jimmy the Singing Bartender. Ed (old guy from last night) dancing. Nuff said.
Wandering to Matthew's Beachside Restaurant for dinner. No karaoke tonight, it is very quiet and calm.
Accordian Man, please don't come to our table. Please don't come to our table. Please don't come to our table... Oh crap.
OMG. The lasagna is UNBELIEVABLE. Great Italian in Aruba. Who knew.
Up earlier today. Breakfast on the balcony looking out at the Caribbean Sea.
Beach. I love Aruba.
Back to the room for lunch on the balcony, and catching up with March Madness for just a second.
Back to the beach! Staying mostly in the shade, feeling a little lobster-like.
Just woke up with my face in my magazine. Newsprint on my hands. I love the beach.
Back to Singing Jimmy's for cocktails at sunset. No dancing Ed tonight.
Heading for dinner at The Flying Fishbone. Ed's recommendation.
Holy Lord. Where are we going? This is scary.
Wow, this place is nice, it's like a rain forest inside. Waiting at the bar for our table.
Just led through the rain forest out on the sand to the edge of the water. Yes, this is where our table is. Wow.
Oh, look, a little crab on that big boulder! Crabs are kinda creepy.
Carl. I'm naming the crab Carl.
Carl is coming too close to me.
Shew! The waitress startled him back up onto the boulder.
Huh. I don't see Carl anymore, where is he?
OHMYGOD THERE HE IS TOO CLOSE TO ME OHMYGOD.
Amazing setting. Delicious grouper for dinner. Outstanding apple pie for desert. Great experience, Scary Creepy Carl the Crab notwithstanding.
Renting a Jeep today to tour the other side of the island and drive around on the dirt roads.
Oh good, the Jeep is RED.
Wait a second. These aren't dirt ROADS. These are like.... trails. Maybe.
When you take non-roads, there are no maps.
I can't believe I didn't bring Dramamine.
Real Roads! Real Roads!
OMG. This "real road" leads to NOTHING but a road block. After miles. Turning around...
I just offered Jeff $100 to pull over and let me get a coke.
Feeling better now, heading down to Baby Beach.
I just felt a rain drop.
And another one.
Big prison! Looks scary, but at least they are right on the coast. Lovely view from behind bars, you know?
Baby Beach is lovely. But, there's another rain drop.
And the downpour!
Eating lunch in the Jeep after dashing through the rain to put the top up and get all our stuff inside.
We are zapped from the sun and the drive. Headed back to hotel to rest before going out tonight.
Where to eat? Ed the Dancing Fool tells us the pizza is excellent at Tomato Charlie's, so we're off.
Ed was right. Again. I am full as a tick.
Fancy brunch today includes all-you-drink Mimosas. I'm stoked.
Um, seriously, they had a mimosa in my hand before I was even in my chair.
I think I will start with the waffles.
These mimosas are really really tasty...
Yummy mimosa good.
No.... I don't need another... okay.
Um, I fink I wants to try somethin else. LIke anovver mimosahhhhhhhhhh.
Who are you? Who am I?
Sleep. Must sleep.
OMG, there's a housekeeper in our room, to the pool for nappy.
GET OUT OF OUR ROOM.
Holy crap, it's three hours later. I slept away half the day. TO THE BEACH.
It's cloudy and rainy and I don't care... The beach is beautiful.
One more drink at Singing Jimmy's to watch the sunset, it's peeking out from behind the clouds... My stomach doesn't feel good. Uh oh.
Watching the President before dinner. I like him.
Prime Rib for dinner, with excellent mashed potatoes. The potatoes are settling my stomach, so that's good.
Good night, Aruba...
Oh my it's 5am. It's dark. Boo.
Downing OJ and throwing the last of my stuff in my suitcase. :(
Back to the lovely Aruba airport.
Now, going through Aruba customs.
Now... buying liquor in the duty-free.
Now, grabbing our luggage and heading through US Customs. Handy to do that here, rather than there.
And now an hour before the flight. Reading Newsweek. Waiting for one of the coffee places to open.
Boarding for Atlanta. Got an empty seat next to us again. Naptime. Goodbye Aruba!