Aruba is a melting pot of culture and it is filled with tourists and locals bustling with joy. The first time I visited Aruba, it wasn’t a very sweet experience, but rather sour like a gooseberry.
The moment I landed from my crowded plane, the sunny Aruba was like the Alaskan winter, cold and not forgiving. This was a shock as it was the middle of the summer, but woefully it had been raining there for a couple of days. But still, I had been waiting for nearly twenty years to swim in the alluring Caribbean seas with those calming waves.
So, I marched down in the rain with an overly huge bag for a 21-year-old and my worn out old map, which I bought from a sketchy van in Venezuela. I searched and searched for nearly three hours until I found the beautiful beaches or more like… soaked sand and broken Tiki huts.
Moral of the story: Always plan something before you do it.
Author’s bio : Mridul Rishi is a 13 year old from Chennai. He is a sports fanatic and a voracious reader, an unusual combination. He is a friendly guy who is quite witty and can make you laugh in seconds, even when you are sad. Mridul is a quick learner, he knows five languages and adapts to any situation easily.