Blog :Tanning with the Enemy…How My Husband Convinced Me that we Were Sitting Next to a Nazi at the Beach

My husband and I made our way down to the beach for the first time since we arrived in Aruba.  It was early and the beach was nearly empty, we set out our lawn chairs right in front of the crystal clear blue water and dug a hole in the creamy white sand for our sunscreen and tanning lotion.  It couldn't have been a more perfect setting to kick start a honeymoon.  It was the kind of picturesque view seen only in movies…except if was a movie the beach would have stayed empty and we both would have had frozen drinks in our hands without having to get up.  We were brought back to reality when the many families arrived on the beach.  A father and son placed their lawn chair right next to ours.  Usually I love children, but if there is one place I would rather not see them, it would be sitting next to me on a beach (mainly because children are often very loud and the beach is a place where silence is the main selling point).  The two took off their t-shirts and put sunscreen on and walked down to the water.  As soon as the man was out of sight, my husband quickly turned to me and said “That man is an Aryan!”  I didn't believe him, but he had said it with such conviction, that I wondered where he had gotten that information from…its not really something that is written on a mans forehead…and I was right…according to Andrew it was written across the mans back in the form of a tattoo, the tattoo read “Aryan Dad”.  “Aryan Dad” seemed to  me like a weird choice for a tat that proclaimed to the world that he was proud to be part of a racist brotherhood.  It then it occurred to me that is was completely possible for an Aryan to be a father and perhaps this guy was a modest Aryan, and only wanted one tattoo that said it all.  When the man and his son came out of the water I noticed he was bald…that sealed the deal for me…Andrew had been right, the man really was a skinhead with a ridiculous tattoo.  When he came closer, my theory of being a “modest Aryan” slowly crept out the window.  He had several tattoos, one of Jesus and his crown of thorns over his heart,  and a picture creepy demon baby on the right side of his chest.  I hoped the man would turn around, so that I could get a good look at his “Aryan Dad” tattoo.  When the man got back to his chair he called for his son Alex to join him on the sand.  The little boy ran up the beach and his old man turned around to greet him…There written across his back in thick black letters was “Alex Dio“…