Aruba, August 1996
Donna relaxes at the highest point in the island. The constant breeze makes the few trees all lean towards Venezuela.
The colors in these houses made an odd contrast to the adjacent church.
Most of the island has no vegetation to speak of, and seems like a mono-color rocky desert.
This view shows the WWII German wreck lying offshore in about 30 feet of water. We spend a few hours snorkeling in beautifully clear water, watching the wreck fish come up to the surface to be fed our left-over lunch.
We explored one of the odd peaks on the southern end of the island. Barely perceptible behind me is the hotel strip with most of the good beaches.
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