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Bookish Traveler and Happy Hour in Aruba

As far as I’m concerned, when I’m in Aruba every hour is happy hour! But I digress.  Every once in a while, Pammy Pam wants a little drinky poo to whet her whistle after a long day of sitting under a palapa reading a book.  To be sure, I stay hydrated with water (ya hear that Mom?) but it’s still nice to have a little cocktail in the afternoon.

Here’s a little orangy thing I had one afternoon at the Serenity Pool.

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It’s two fer so I got one for me and one for le grand monsieur, which he didn’t want. So I HAD to drink it so it wouldn’t go to waste. I’m saving the planet!

Of course, you can’t go to a foreign land and not drink the drink of their people. I bring you the caiprinha;

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Look how cute and green it is!

And then, the day we left, I swallowed my sorrows in a mimosa or two.

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I cried and the staff felt sorry for me. Is that bacon on monsieur’s plate?

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You might have heard me whine on social media: Ayoo Aruba…

 

By Pam

My passion is advocating for diversity in children's and YA literature.