Aruba

Opened the curtains, 

stepped out on the balcony

and got a face full of diesel fumes. 

 Pilot boat looks so tiny next to the tanker ship

Not exactly how I pictured our arrival in Aruba, but ships have to gas diesel up too, right? (Soooooo glad we aren’t responsible for *that* bill!! 😳)

Thankfully, it got better from there.

A little beer, little shopping . . .

 Downtown Oranjestad, Aruba’s capital

For me, the most amazing thing about Aruba is all the shades of blue in the water. 

So gorgeous. 

After a hot, humid, windy sail-away party on the back deck

we’re once again at sea 

heading for Ft. Lauderdale 

and the end of our trip. 

We miss the baby-grands, but neither of us is ready to go home yet. Guess we better make the most of these last 2 days!