It's a process for me. Starts when I get on the plane in Newark and feel the excitement of everyone around me. It reallys builds when I get my first glimpse of the island from the plane window and start to look for the landing strip. I then feel the electricity of everyone in the immigration check-in area and when I hear that wonderful Aruban accent from the agents. And I know I'm back home in Aruba when I feel that warm (it's really hot) air as we leave the airport to pick up our car. I find myself smiling all the way to Palm Beach and the start of another wonderful vacation.