[stomachmonkey]

I hated Aruba.

Beautiful place if you like Arizona.

It's a desert island, anything lush is not native.

The nicest areas are on the hotel side. The most dramatic surf you can't go near.

Seems scuba, gambling and eating are the major draws.

There is a ranch where you can go horse back riding. They also rent quads. The rear brakes are disconnected because "the guests find it easier". If you decide to go quad riding in the hills and let your wife go horse back riding you will find the whole brake thing counter intuitive and forget all about it till you are deep in the hills on terrain that is all shale which is nothing more than naturally occurring fields of broken shards of razor sharp slate. If you happen to forget about the rear brake thingy which has been known to happen then you will end up in the ER which is staffed by very attractive female Dutch doctors but it will definitely F up the rest of your vaca.

Your wife will sit there telling you "I told you so" while they pick rocks out of your skin and bandage you head to toe like some Egyptian Mummy.

Ask me how I know.

Oh, and the wind, it never stops, ever. F'ng annoying.

I hate that place.