Aruba, My First Love

The first time I traveled to an island, it was to Aruba, and I made the right choice. Ten years ago I fell in love with the most beautiful island ever. I can remember as I stepped off the plane taking in all the island air and thinking, wow, I can really have peace of mind here. My first night there my now husband and I sat at the pool in beach chairs and let the cool Aruba trade winds blow through us. We must have sat out there until 4 a.m. in the morning. I remember the island being filled with most nice people. They all said hello and smiled, something I was only use to when I went to visit my grandmother down south. I knew I would be back again soon.