To car or not to car

  Oranjestad, Aruba
Thursday, August 9, 2007

I left you yesterday with a little boy snoozing in the afternoon. When he woke up and got spoiled, we went downstairs to inquire about the car. And give the laundry to Ingrid. The owners are in the office. Stanley is writing religious text for the Jehovah's witness magazine, Ingrid is reading their bible. Stanley calls. The offices are closed already. Ingrid promises to call tomorrow morning, at 8.

We walk to the city, play cards, I win and walk back to make spaghetti. (I liked you recipe, Tina, will send Tony's soon). Quiet evening at home.

I get up before 8, you never know that:
a)      Ingrid does call at 8
b)      They do have a car
c)       She comes knocking at our door to tell us
I know, these are 3 conditions. VERY unlikely! And indeed: I go downstairs at 9 to sniffle. Ingrid has my clean laundry but no car. She called and they said they expected the car 'any minute now'. They would call.  At 10h30, we step back downstairs: nobody home. So, even if they would call, that would not help. Welcome to Aruba, have a nice day.

We start walking to the city to look for a car ourselves, when Ingrid passes us by car and says, come back, I'll call. OK, we walk back, she calls, they will pick us up at 11h30. And you will not believe this: they DO pick us up and almost in time. And indeed: there is our Toyota Yaris: 2445. They threatened all along to give us one, now we have one. OK, OK, it is not soooo bad: modern comfort and airco.

But, where to go now??? Lunch! And then beach.





We look on the map: there is a big city, Sint Nicolas, in the south, so that is our goal. The big city looks like a sleepy town but we do find a pleasant restaurant. Dr T and his steak sandwich:




Then we drive completely to the south: baby beach, where we find: a bar + a tent + 2 chairs.



Me in the tent: View from the tent:










My Ursula Andres impersonisation: 







A pleasant afternoon later, we get kicked off the beach. Drive back home. And choose a restaurant for diner. Check it out:
http://www.arubadining.com/buccaneer/

The food is not that great but the fish tanks and the champagne make up for it: After dinner, we drive back home and Dr T chats half of the night (again).









Tomorrow? North of the island? Another day, another beach.