Aruba vacation and travel information on Aruba hotels, beaches, restaurants and so much more

Go Back   Aruba Forums at Visit Aruba > Aruba In Words > Aruba Tales > Charles' Stories

Charles' Stories Stories by Charles Croes, true Aruban :)

Reply
 
Thread Tools Display Modes
  #1  
Old Saturday, January 28th, 2012, 08:28 PM
charlescroes's Avatar
charlescroes charlescroes is offline
Aruba Expert
 
Join Date: February 21st, 2005
Posts: 960
charlescroes is on a distinguished road
Default Aruba is my home

Home
More than ever I realize that home is not where the house is nor is it where the heart resides. For me, home is where it is that I measure life with a yardstick of simple moments and where it is that I can close my eyes and not have missed anything because what happens in my home includes me and begs me to join and enjoy the laughter and endure the pains of life in that place. Home is where it is not perfect and by nature of this imperfection helps me to know that perfection is difficult to achieve and while it may never enter into view, I am looking out of a different window so it matters not. If (as it is often said) a life-long partner would be my other half, then home is the other half where my partner and I would dwell and this is never made of bricks and sticks.

My home is Aruba and I am assured of this more so day by day. Yet it should be clear that I am a traveller and my eyes will wander the streets on this big blue marble as long as time allows. I can do so in comfort because I am diamond-clear positive in knowing where my true “Home” is. My home is where the white sands are filled with browning bodies that have homes elsewhere, yet come to my humble home to baste themselves in a place they call “Home away from Home”. I travelled with my boy to lands where massive buildings created steel-cacti silhouettes against the night sky and other places where a soft murmuring sound came from water as it flowed down mountainsides and bathed our ears into slumber. I will be eternally grateful for having walked streets where couples snuggled as they walked and where (in seeing that) they reminded me of children holding the hands of their parents as they waddled for the first time on the soft powdery beaches of my home.

My home is a small and rather shy little place on this orb and it amazes me as to how many visitors ask about the possibilities of moving and living here – oddly those that are rooted here do not tend to ask that question when roaming the planet, at least I don’t. That is a lie – I asked that question when I was on an extended vacation on the island of Hydra (Greece) where things just sort of fell into place nicely but it was a short lived thing. No – my home is Aruba and it is where I want to be laid to rest someday. There is an excitement about being a part of this small islands earth that intrigues me. Odd.

Home on Aruba is the sound of children at the beach and watching them look upwards to the silver monsters carrying our many returning visitors. Home is their parents watching yet daring to give them the freedom to escape down the beach (under careful watching eyes) and understanding the responsibility of letting kids grow. Home is the dog that sits by the water bowl at the beach with sand on its nose, almost as if it had stuck its head into a milk bottle. Home is more. Home is a man that lives on a hill and desperately looks to the winding road for a visitor to hear his words, after all – that is all he has anymore. Home is the sound of craziness that comes from wildly painted school buses that romp through the island in the night, all the while the passengers dance and sing to songs they never heard before.

I have tried to tell others about my home. In written and spoken words but have failed miserably and perhaps that is good. My son tells me that home is when he smells my neck at night and that he doesn’t mind my snoring. He is blinded and I know his home will grow beyond those father and son moments - and it saddens me in a glad manner.

Home is not where the house is nor is it where the heart resides. For me, home is where it is that I measure life with a yardstick of simple moments and bathe in its imperfection.

My home is Aruba, where is yours?

be well
charles
__________________
RENTING A CELL PHONE MAKES $EN$E
FAST PHONE ARUBA - A cell phone rental company
http://www.fastphonearuba.com/
Reply With Quote Share with Facebook
  #2  
Old Sunday, January 29th, 2012, 04:16 PM
ArubaMary's Avatar
ArubaMary ArubaMary is offline
Aruba Expert
 
Join Date: March 7th, 2006
Posts: 879
ArubaMary is on a distinguished road
Default Re: Aruba is my home

Charles, once again your wonderful words enchant me, and bring tears to my eyes. I am one of the people who come to your humble home to "baste" in my home away from home. (God willing I will be basting for one month, beginning next Saturday). How great it is that you still feel the excitement of being a part of Aruba. Thank you Charles.
__________________
Reply With Quote Share with Facebook
  #3  
Old Sunday, January 29th, 2012, 06:15 PM
Elaine S's Avatar
Elaine S Elaine S is offline
Almost Aruban Moderator
 
Join Date: April 26th, 2004
Location: PA
Posts: 6,954
Elaine S is on a distinguished road
I Love Aruba Re: Aruba is my home

This is probably one of my favorites, Charles.

Next week at this time, I'll be sharing your "home" with you, and although I have for many years, I'm no less excited.

Will give you a call just to say... "hello, my friend, hello."
__________________
Reply With Quote Share with Facebook
  #4  
Old Monday, January 30th, 2012, 07:33 PM
charlescroes's Avatar
charlescroes charlescroes is offline
Aruba Expert
 
Join Date: February 21st, 2005
Posts: 960
charlescroes is on a distinguished road
Default Re: Aruba is my home

Thanks ladies.

be well
charles
__________________
RENTING A CELL PHONE MAKES $EN$E
FAST PHONE ARUBA - A cell phone rental company
http://www.fastphonearuba.com/
Reply With Quote Share with Facebook
Reply

Thread Tools
Display Modes

Posting Rules
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts

BB code is On
Smilies are On
[IMG] code is On
HTML code is Off

Forum Jump


All times are GMT -4. The time now is 01:05 PM.


Powered by vBulletin® Version 3.8.11
Copyright ©2000 - 2017, vBulletin Solutions Inc.
Copyright ©2006 -2011 - CaribMedia.com