After an relatively easy plane ride over the ocean and into the Caribbean, landing here made me feel like I was already on vacation. Carry on in tow and immigration form in hand, the line for customs was the usual. The airport in Aruba is always crowded. The lines always long, moving slowly. All available clerks work at their windows as the warmth and humidity fill the room quickly.
There is no air conditioning.
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