![]() And my little papillon serves as the “Johnny Almondseed” of the neighborhood, picking up an almond fruit that has fallen from our almond tree at the beginning of each walk, and then absentmindedly leaving it at a neighbor’s gate in order to yap at another dog three times his size.īut I’m just a mere immigrant…what do I really know? To get the real scoop, I started with a visit to Santa Rosa, home of Aruba’s Department of Agriculture, Husbandry, and Fisheries. I’ve been given gifts of bunches of quenepa fruit, whose thin, tight skins are so satisfying to pierce. (These are not your insipid, supermarket-variety mangoes-although somewhat fibrous, they are aromatic and flavorful.) I have also enjoyed snapping off a tamarind pod here and there from the tamarind tree growing wild in the park close to my house, delighting in its sweet-and-sour pulp. In the 13 years that I have lived in Aruba, I’ve enjoyed coconuts and local cherries from my own backyard, as well as plenty of mangoes that have fortuitously fallen into my yard from my neighbor’s tree. Locally grown fruits and vegetables? Unthinkable! This conception is perpetuated by sources like Wikipedia, which puts forth that “Unlike much of the Caribbean region, Aruba has a dry climate and an arid, cactus-strewn landscape.” But let’s just cut to the chase here-this conception is a misconception. We also tend to think of Aruba as a barren desert island where nothing grows except for cacti, aloes, and acacias. ![]() We know it as the perfect destination for gorgeous blond beaches that hug crystalline turquoise waters a mecca of great restaurants, shopping, and watersports and home to friendly, accommodating locals. By Debbie Kunder Getting Your Five a Day…in Aruba?Īruba…we all know it as that tiny Caribbean island, where the sun is always shining and refreshing breezes are always blowing.
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