Ahh, Aruba Your Airport is Lovely
It wasn't my fault, Nancy wasn't paying attention when I said I think the beach is this way.  She knows I can't be trusted, but the shiny jewelry in the store windows distracted her.   But I digress, let me go back a little further...
     Not because there's a start to the story, just because I haven't updated from yesterday.  Hmmm let's see.  I slept in, ate, walked two and a half miles around the deck.  Took a nap, had an ice cream, had a little nosh, read a book, sat at the pool, went into the pool, took another nap, went to dinner, saw the start of the comedy show, fled in terror when I realized it was a ventriloquist act, had some drinks, talked to the bar tender, made fun of the lounge singer, went to bed.      
     Which brings me to this morning.  We only had five hours in Aruba so Nancy and I waited to get off the ship and went to the dining room for breakfast, they sat us with six other really old people.      
     Nancy then abandoned me to try small talk on my own, when every I Back Next