The universal response to someone who has just returned from vacation is “You got some color”. I grit my teeth and smile. I refrain from making a comment about stating the obvious. It’s meant well. I know. Besides, the only time I have “color” is when I’ve forced myself to do nothing but lounge on the beach all week. Ok, not the only thing – there was some drinking on the beach, some reading on the beach, some floating on the gentle swells of ocean waves rushing at the beach. You get the idea.
Aruba is a beautiful little island. It stretches less than 20 miles long and, at its widest, six miles across. You can see the whole thing from the plane window. With the airport on the far side, we got a full tour of this “One Happy Island” as we circled around for a landing so rough the entire cabin cheered and clapped once we were safely rolling down the runway.
I’ll be back. The consistent 75-80 degree weather, day or night, and the steady trade winds constantly cooling my skin under the Caribbean sun, gives this island a perfect atmosphere. 95% of the resort was outside or open-air areas. Even the reception desk only had a roof and one wall, with that steady breeze rifling through like a playful child. Without a doubt, I’ll be back.
Perhaps I’ll make it a resolution. Ah, but no, this monthly resolution concept doesn’t support that unless I start planning out beyond the one month time frame. Speaking of which, you, Dear Readers, deserve an update.
February was a mixed bag. I didn’t get back into a gym routine, but I did stay busy enough to flounder on my online entertainment. We almost finished the bathroom for example. That was more exercise than one could find at the gym. Not a total failure, but not a success.
Part two of February was also “mixed”. Yes, I submitted a story. I sent a story of my Glory Boys to an online publication. The rejection was downright rude. I intend to blog more about that later because had this been my first attempt, this person was so obnoxious and so uninformed about publishing that he might’ve discouraged me from even writing in private, let alone trying again elsewhere. Yes, that would need more space than a shared post with my vacation, folks. Stay tuned for more.
March is shot. I knew it going in. Hence, why I didn’t fool myself into setting new resolutions. There will be two more for April, I promise. Maybe one will be Aruba. If only I had that private jet to get me down there, and a fabulous inheritance to pay for it, and a job that gives me eight weeks of vacation time a year. Yeah, if only.
Yes, I got some color. I had sunny days playing in warm ocean waves while you had snow. I had sunshine and sunburn while you scraped your windshield before trudging off to work. Yes, I’m a bitch for rubbing that in, but I’m certain it was part of the Vacation Package.