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Notes from my trips to Aruba — on Eagle Beach, rest, food allergies, and why this island keeps drawing me back.

We just had the wildest snowstorm this week, and I’ve been feeling a deep sense of saudade, that quiet, aching longing for a place, a time, a different version of yourself. These Aruba travel reflections have been returning to me often in the depths of winter, pulling me back to one of my favourite places in the world.

It was the end of 2021, and the world was just beginning to exhale after COVID restrictions. I had endured a terrible year. A breakup with someone I learned, waay too late, wasn’t who I thought he was. I was exhausted from a year of hard therapy lessons and was severely burned out, absolutely frayed at the edges.

At the time, I didn’t think of it as travel planning. It was simply a search for warmth, safety, and quiet, a Caribbean island I’d never visited before. As I always do when I feel like that, I opened Google Flights and searched for a beach. Somewhere close. Somewhere sunny. Somewhere that could hold me gently, because I was travelling solo and very tender.

Enter Aruba.

December 2021 was my first visit, and it has been one of my favourite places ever since. I remember landing, stepping through the airport doors, and feeling the heat blast my face. I remember how beat up I felt, and how, almost immediately, something in me softened. Like, yeah… everything is going to be okay.

I was struck by how kind everyone was. Locals helped me figure out a SIM card at the airport, flagged a taxi, and pointed me in the right direction. Aruba’s tourism slogan is One Happy Island, and honestly…I felt that in my spirit.

Aruba is my happy place because when I’m there, I get to be the most feral version of myself, in the best way. It has been one of the most healing places for me when I feel broken or lost.

I arrive stripped down to my essentials. I wear no makeup. I let my hair do whatever it wants. I stay up late and sleep in without guilt. In the mornings, I make a small pilgrimage to my favourite café, put on weepy 90s R&B, devour gluten-free arepas, and wash it all down with a smoothie.

Here’s a picture of me in my post-smoothie glow.

Aruba travel reflections from a solo trip near Eagle Beach

I always stay close to Eagle Beach. After breakfast, I wander there slowly. I nap on the sand. I spend hours floating in the water. I nap again. I read something delightfully trashy. As the sun sets, I journal, watching the sky change colours, letting my thoughts land gently.

After beach time, I waddle to the nearest convenience store for pistachio ice cream, then make my way back to my Airbnb. Evenings are unstructured. Sometimes I go out for dinner; sometimes I cook. Afterward, there’s often a quiet night swim in the pool with a gin and juice or a glass of wine.

I always get sunburned. I always get the worst heat rash. And I am always, somehow, deliciously delighted.

I think I love Aruba so much because it lets me feel untethered from regular life. There are no emails. No long meetings. I try, really try, to stay off social media and WhatsApp. The nights are calm and quiet. No traffic. No sirens. You can see the stars for miles. It feels like an endless summer. It feels like rest.

Recently, a friend of a friend mentioned they’re heading to Aruba and asked for a few recommendations. It reminded me how gently that island has held me over the years and how naturally it lends itself to a slower, more intentional way of travelling. For anyone feeling called there, especially solo travellers, those craving rest, or those navigating food allergies, Aruba offers a rare combination of ease and care. Known for its safety, warm hospitality, reliable infrastructure, and calm beaches, it’s an especially supportive place to land.

Where to Stay in Aruba

When I travel to Aruba, I always stay near Eagle Beach, an area known for its calm water, expansive shoreline, and quieter pace.

There are a few high-tourism areas, but I prefer an Airbnb near Eagle Beach. I like having a kitchen because of my food allergies, and I enjoy moving at my own pace. Eagle Beach is also one of the best beaches in the Caribbean. It has warm, calm water; impossibly soft sand; and plenty of palapas for shade in the early afternoon. It’s family-friendly, peaceful, and very safe, while still being close to restaurants, groceries, and some of the island’s most swimmable waters.

Aruba travel reflections – at sunset by the sea

Picture: Me, feral, just out of the water, drying off with Coco, my travel bear. Palapas in the background.

Groceries in Aruba

Having access to groceries matters to me when I travel, especially because of food allergies and a preference for cooking some meals at home.

Superfood Plaza is my one and only grocery stop; it has everything. It’s perfect for travellers with dietary restrictions, including gluten-free needs. When I visit, I have a rule I never break: I always buy the crab salad and the Dutch milk chocolate with hazelnuts. The crab salad at Superfood is unreal. I eat a tub a day when I’m there. I pile it between two slices of gluten-free bread or tortillas and inhale it. No regrets.

Where to Eat in Aruba

Aruba has a wide range of restaurants, from casual local spots to higher-end dining, and I’ve found it easier than expected to eat gluten-free when I’m there.

That said, my only beef with Aruba, and it’s a serious one, is the plantain situation. Everywhere you order plantain, they give you three pieces. Three. Who is satisfied with three pieces of plantain? My heart breaks every time.

That aside, here are my favourites:

  • Zeerovers – A must. Located in the fishing town of Savaneta, serving fresh fried fish and shrimp with sides like plantain, fries, pan bati (a local cornbread), and onions in vinegar. Order by the pound, eat by the water, the wait is always worth it.
  • PF Chang’s – A nostalgic pick. I go purely for the fried rice.
  • Gianni’s Aruba – Fantastic cocktails and the best gluten-free pizza I’ve had on the island. A bit pricey, but worth it. I celebrated my last birthday here and had an unforgettable gluten-free chocolate cake. I still think about it.

Things to Do in Aruba

I tend to balance rest with a small amount of exploration, especially on longer stays. These experiences offer a gentle mix of adventure and ease.

  • ATV or Jeep Island Tour – Do this early in your trip. It’s a great way to see the island, scout spots you want to revisit, and take in some stunning views.
  • Aruba Aloe Factory Museum & Store – One of the largest aloe factories in the world. The tour is genuinely interesting, and the products are excellent. I’m currently using their aloe to help heal from recent laser therapy.
  • Boat Trip – Especially at sunset. Always beautiful. Always romantic.

Practical Travel Notes for Aruba

  • Aruba requires an ED (Embarkation–Disembarkation) card, which must be completed and approved before travel. Every passenger needs one, including children. No ED card, no boarding.
  • Renting a car makes getting around the island much easier. We’ve had great experiences with Top Drive. They had excellent service and well-maintained vehicles.
  • For connectivity, I used an Airalo eSIM on my last trip (2025), and it worked flawlessly.

If you’re planning a trip to Aruba and wondering what it feels like to spend time there, not just what to see, I hope these notes offer a sense of the rhythm of the place.

If you need additional tips, drop a comment or message me here.

Happy travels. 🤍

The beginning of 2026 feels intense, weird, and shifty. I think we’re all wondering what is going to happen globally as we see the news come in from Venezuela, the USA, and Iran.

Lately, I’ve been reminding myself that showing up is half the battle, especially when everything feels heavy.

Earlier this week, I was having a delicious cup of hot chocolate and a slice of tiramisu at Eataly with a friend. We like to do long walks and finish off with ice cream or something hot, depending on mood. It’s our ritual. We catch up and talk about life and the goings on.

Somewhere between the hot chocolate and the conversation, we landed on how off balance things feel right now. Social media especially feels split into two camps. There are a significant number of folks all about the January “lock in”: fitness, diets, journaling, ice baths, 10,000 steps. Then there’s another group carrying grief, fighting for their neighbours and their communities. People who are putting their bodies on the line to make the future better for everyone.

2026. YOU JUST GOT HERE!

And honestly, it’s a lot to walk into.

I have to admit that the first week of this year has not been easy. I’m trying to balance two versions of myself: the one that wants to know everything that’s happening in the world and figure out ways to support communities, and the other that has to reckon with my mental, emotional, and, more importantly, physical needs.

I am going through perimenopause. I have PCOS, adenomyosis, and a failing gallbladder that has to be removed this year (more on that in a later post). I have wonky knees (thanks, Lil Jon!) and a weirdly itchy neck thanks to night sweats. I’m doing my best, y’all. Truly. And I’m trying my hardest to carry everything.

So this year, my version of “locking in” has looked a little different.

For me, it’s been about staying informed and staying present in my body. Reading about what’s happening, but also thinking about my health and finding ways to fuel myself with things that will actually do me good, and moving my body every day, even when I don’t feel like it.

I primarily work out at Ferris360, and I have a fantastic coach there, Maja. But this week, I was sleepy from doomscrolling, and in the middle of a workout, I wanted to quit. My body was tired. My brain was exhausted. And suddenly, this whole scene from Bond started playing in my head.

All this running around, Mr. Bond? All this jumping and fighting? It’s exhausting!

And… yes. Exactly.

Why am I here? What are we all training for? Why all this picking up, pushing, running, lifting? Is there an apocalypse coming? Maybe it’s best not to survive the first wave. Also, no one even asked us to lock in (screams inside!).

But jokes aside, this is usually where things get hard for me.

It’s always tough being the slowest and worst in the room. You see it. You feel it in your bones. My body takes up space. My chubby parts are in the way. I’m pushing at 100, but that’s someone else’s 50. I don’t compare to even half the people I work out with weekly. I’m trying, slowly, to get better at not comparing.

Showing Up Is Half the Battle

What has helped me immensely over the past year, especially after a truly hellish 2024, is remembering that showing up is half the battle, even when I don’t feel ready.

Years ago, one of my professors noticed I was struggling and failing in my genetics course. She told me that after class one day. It was a rough go. I ended up with the only C in my undergrad career. It was my worst grade, and the one I’m most proud of. I showed up. And slowly, it got better.

Since February 2025, showing up,  even when I really didn’t want to,  has had real benefits. I’ve made some friends. I’ve gotten stronger and a little faster. My knees are less wonky than when I started. I sleep better on most days. And my mental health has honestly never been better.

I even kind of enjoy waking up early and watching the sun come up on my way to the gym.

Just before Christmas, I hit a personal record: a 203-pound deadlift. I’m still a little proud of that one.

But I get it. Showing up isn’t easy. And it helps to have people in your corner who are actually supportive.

As a big girl who’s been laughed at in gyms, sneered at in yoga studios, and had eyes rolled at her in spin classes, my biggest piece of advice if you want to start showing up is this: take a studio tour.

I do this in every city I’m in. I get a ClassPass membership (this post is not sponsored), tour studios close to home (because proximity matters, and I get lazy), and check out their classes. If something makes me uneasy or uncomfortable, I don’t go back. There’s a Pilates studio across from my apartment that I would never set foot in again after an awful experience there.

The three things I always look for are: support — do instructors offer real modifications for different bodies; space — is there enough room to move comfortably and safely; and vibes — are the people there kind, decent human beings? If it ticks all three, I’m good.

I’ve been doing this for a while now, and here are some spaces I’ve genuinely enjoyed working out in:

  • Ferris360 — Strong sense of community, thoughtful coaching, and a place where different bodies are actually supported.
  • Jaybird — Calm, candlelit spaces with instructors who pay attention and care; challenging but grounding.
  • Heather Robertson (online) — Accessible, no-nonsense workouts with clear modifications for days when leaving the house feels like too much.
  • Loft Fitness — Friendly, welcoming team and good energy, even if spin wasn’t for my crotch.
  • YYOGA — Inclusive, steady instruction and flow classes that made movement feel possible again.

(If you want more details on any of these, I’m always happy to share, just send me a note).

A small note: outside of ClassPass, many studios also offer trial classes. Take advantage of those when you can. ClassPass is great, but supporting local businesses is even better. Once you find a place you like, consider buying a membership directly from them.

I hope the rest of January 2026 is a gentler one for all of us.

After all these years, from my opinionated twenties to this less sprightly version of my forties, I keep coming back to the same truth: showing up is half the battle, and some days, it’s the only part I can manage.

I hope you do the same and keep showing up for yourself, in whatever way you can. You deserve care, too.

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