We had our best sail so far.  Curacao to Aruba was a quick 10 hour overnight sail.  We averaged 7 to 8 knots with only the jib up.

Aruba is the first country since leaving France that requires you to bring the boat to immigration just in case they want to come on board, which they didn’t.  It’s not a very nice arrangement as you have to tie up at the commercial docks and there is no one there to assist you with your lines.

Here we are, loving Aruba so far.

We stayed in the Renaissance marina which is just next to the cruise ship docks.  Apparently, they receive about 4 cruise ships per day during high season.  While we were there only 2 docked all week.

Sea Rose was tied up behind the Casino which was a great location and quiet.  I didn’t have to walk far to get Teresa’s morning Starbucks.

Carolyn and Uncle Bob trying desperately to learn a few salsa steps.

Then there’s Teresa who is a natural salsa dancer, putting the rest of us to shame.

It’s not a Unicorn, it’s actually Rachel securing her return invite by cleaning the vacuum cleaner after actually using it.  Well done Rachel, we knew you had it in you.

Teresa is in heaven at the Phillip’s Animal Garden which is a wildlife sanctuary in Aruba.  They provide you with bags of carrots to feed the animals.

Teresa causing a commotion with the goats.

Some of the little goats were running around outside their pens.

Teresa’s favorite one.

Geary was the only one brave enough to let the Ostrich eat from his hand.

We took a submarine tour on the Atlantis.  We were a little skeptical at first thinking it was a tourist trap, but it actually turned out to be a real submarine.

We took a 15 minute ride out to where the submarine was positioned.

Geary excited to be on the submarine.

 

Teresa sitting with the submarine pilot.  The ticket sales lady tipped us off and told us the best place to sit was up front with the pilot.  That way we could ask him questions and look out his front window for a bigger and better view.

Some of the under water fish life.

A sunken shipwreck.

We touched bottom at 134 feet.

Teresa never met an animal she doesn’t want to feed.  Problem with these little birds is they would then deposit their processed food on the boat which then needed to be cleaned.

Sunday lunch at Renaissance island.

Teresa feeding the iguana’s our unwanted peaches.

Next stop Santa Marta, Colombia.