ORANJESTAD, ARUBA - The Caribbean breeze is tousling my recently coiffed hair, salty water is spitting up at my face and my bleached skin is being baked by the sun. And I’m enjoying every minute of it. This is all taking place as our sail boat is heading toward glorious Eagle Beach, where we plan to spend the day dipping our toes in the turquoise surf and taking long walks along one of the best beaches in the world.

ARUBA – The elderly man with the chiseled face and skin like leather walking towards us doesn’t look like a vintner. But then again, tropical Aruba doesn’t look like a wine growing region, either.

ARUBA - Ricardo, the man taking me on a driving tour of this lovely Caribbean nation whose motto is “One Happy Island”, is not happy.