|Can you see the hubster floating in the sun beam?|
All holidays must come to an end and Aruba is no exception.
It's time to say goodbye to our Caribbean paradise.
Which means it's time to pack all that stuff (and then some) back into the suitcases which suddenly seem way too small.
It also means we've got to set the alarm for the first time in a week to ensure we make our early morning flight.
Plus it means sitting on our bums for 30+ hours as we slowly make our way back to the land of Oz.
And of course it means seeing our kids which means my mummy heart will finally be mended.
The things I will remember most about Aruba are the turquoise water, the white sand, the lizards, the snorkelling, the people, the service, the Ritz, the mammoth migraine I suffered on the last day leaving me bed ridden and vomiting (with a visit from the hotel nurse) and the fact that I saw the sun set over the ocean which obviously never happens on the east coast of Australia.
So many memories.
So much to be thankful for.
Such a kick arse Instagram feed!