Location: Oranjestad, Aruba

As the sun rose, Argo glided into the marina of Aruba, giving an end to a very rocky passage. Surrounded by giant cruise ships, Argo seemed small for the first time. Along with this first was the fact that the Argo crew was not the most tourist looking group on the island. We were unlike the rest because we did not have blotches of sunscreen around our faces, were not dressed in attire one would wear to a museum, and none of us were equipped with a ten pound fanny pack. Rather than stopping at the temptations of Taco Bell, Dunkin Donuts, and Subway, most of the crew walked by without a glance, having their mind set only on doing laundry.andlt;hr width=’100’/andgt;andlt;div align=’center’andgt;andlt;tableandgt;andlt;trandgt;andlt;tdandgt;andlt;