On the Bus (Aruba)

Ahhhh Aruba. I miss it. It truely was beautiful. I can still remember what it feels like on this bus. Hot, dusty, wickedly cool Latin music playing loudly as we drove thru the Aruba that tourists dont usually see. It isnt the lush paradise the beach side was, nor was it the bustling fun of the city. It was hilly, but almost desert like, with large cacti and wind bent trees.
The bus was painted bright bold colors and had no windows. We flew around corners with great speed, while I tried to put sunscreen on my new husband. I was very nervous about the ATV tour we were rushing to start.