Mine was on the first trip - 1998. My then husband (and now ex) and I had gone. He is not a very adventurous soul and has a hard time going anywhere "foreign". (understand why he's an ex????
). I had booked the entire trip, charter from Boston and we were staying at the then Sonesta Marina Tower) (now Renaissance). The charter flight down was a miserable experience in that our "seats" were actually the restroom as they had re-configured the airplane, but not the seating. They finally found us seats and my ex noticed that all of the writing on the plane (the seatbelt lights, the tray table, etc) were in Arabic. Silent treatment the whole way down! We landed and this was pre-renovations to the airport. Out on the tarmac we step to a HOT, TROPICAL, WINDY environment. We get to the hotel, the room is not ready, they tell us to come back in an hour. We're hot, hungry, and tired. Not to mention, we're still in our March New England clothes. Not having our bearings about us, we ventured out the back of the hotel, which is not the touristy, pretty section, but more of the local shopping district. Hubby was pretty well p.o.'ed with me at this point (like this is all my fault)! LOL. We finally ate, got to our room, showered, relaxed, and went out for our first dinner - Iguana Joe's. After that, the vacation turned right around and we both caught the Aruba Bug. We went back as a married couple every year after that. We divorced in 2003, and my first trip back with friends was in 2005. While I can imagine visiting other islands, I can't imagine having the same feeling for those islands as I do Aruba.
I knew it was over after 6 months but stayed 9 months. 
