So why 6 years later am I the awkward last passenger standing at the luggage claim at Queen Beatrix International Airport wondering through which doors my oversized board bags will appear? Perhaps my alternative lifestyle doesn’t lead to rational decision making. Maybe it was whispers of intriguing Aruban beach names like Boca Grandi and Barcadera that lured me in. Or I put too much faith in my wind-chasing gut instincts. Either way, what’s done is done. Time to grab my board bags, drag them out the front door of the airport, and give Aruba a second chance.