Easy, Breezy Aruba

We're home from our pefectly timed annual Aruban pilgramage with no pictures to show for our minimal efforts of eating, drinking, and golfing. - emphasis on eating. This is the first of 3 years that I decided I was just too scared to kite board. It's less about the brutalizing kite board learning curve than it is that about ending up alone at the 2-mile marker between Aruba & Venezuala with the Jaws anthem rolling around in my head. There's an old addage about the ocean being so great and your boat being so small - well trust me, the kite board is even smaller. The final seal on the to-kitesurf-or-not-to-kitesurf conundrum came when Mike & Tom went fishing and Tom caught a 6' great white shark. Hey - we all know they're out there and the chances are slim but... This time, I couldn't get past the image of just how much I must look a lot like a wounded fish when I'm tired, I've rubbed my tricep raw on my life vest trying to pull the line just right to bring my kite back up in the air (which works great while standing in 3' of water but not so great in 100' of water with 2' waves while being dragged) all while sweating the facts that I'm being constantly dragged closer and closer to "our friends in Venezuala" and all alone in the deep blue sea with no help in sight. The comfort of my chaise lounge beach/poolside just seemed too good to pass up.