is where you don’t, ever, wear camouflage. Not unless you enjoy breaking laws and dealing with the police.
Given that the history of the island has involved Spanish, French and British (and a name with roots in more than one language). We sailed into harbor, again downtown shortly before one. Even from the dock, the town looks more modern than the last two islands. I am not speaking of just shopping areas, but the houses on the hills overlooking the water front.
I can look down at the pier from my port-side balcony and look ahead to the terminal building where it is rumored you can buy an inexpensive Wifi code.

That rumor is true. Wifi was $2.00/hr in Aruba and $3.00/coffee/hour yesterday. Here it is $3.00/day but I don’t think the current speed is going to last once more people get off the ship. I haven’t explored the town which is next on my list as soon as I finish this note.

Which means, once again, pictures are going to have to follow!

Updates from Aruba and Bonaire

For whatever reason, I wasn’t able to find the old synagogue in Aruba. There was a symbol for it in the legend, but it was absent on the map. Information center just looked at me blankly. Seven churches and the Bible Museum were clearly marked along with two hospitals and five police stations.
So instead of touring one of the oldest Jewish sites in the Southern Caribbean I went to a park and watched a group of iguanas. I am sure there is an official name for a cluster of them, but I am not currently in a position to do research.
On Friday there were armed Dutch soldiers walking the streets. The detachment is from Curaçaco on island for both a recon (disaster planning) and a sports competition. All of them appeared to be in their early 20s. And white.