I give it a three not because of any of the standard criteria for judging a hotel, and this review is more about the whole resort experience rather than just the hotel itself, to which I was graciously invited by my in-laws to stay in their time share last week.
Some folks like to get away, but sort of keep one foot in their living room. For those folks, this is a great place to stay. The clientele was multi-national, but I think everyone felt at home. As an American, I know I sure did. Plenty of flat screen tvs in the pool bar area showing college sports, buckets of beer for sale to carry down to the beach, late afternoon drunken chanting by college age kids down with the folks for the twilight years of their family vacations – just a bit too old to still be doing that but mom and dad aren't ready to let go. These kids get trashed. I'm on the other side of the pool with my 3 year old playing in the shallow water. We pass them on our way to get lunch at the bar and don't get me wrong, everyone is friendly drunk, not violent drunk. There is bingo, there is volleyball, hair braiding and fake tattoos, a lazy river like a clogged artery full of oversized floats and oversized Americans double canning it as they float, unconsciously, for 30 laps in the equatorial sun, sustaining 3rd degree burns.
Aruba is a desert island and deadly hot were it not for the perpetually strong winds (which do occasionally whip sand up and into your face, not unpainfully). There are activities everywhere, there are people everywhere – if you extend an arm at almost any place on the entire multi-acre beachfront property you are bound to hit something with a aviators and a tattoo. The beach is cordoned off into a relatively small swimming area. People bring their floats into the still water and drink and float and chat all day. There are many lovely eatieries within rental car driving distance or even walking from the hotel. If you don't like being hot all the time, you might not enjoy many of these places, which are indoor/outdoor and tend to smolder.
My girls had a great time. My wife and I enjoyed that they had a great time. We will probably opt for something a little quieter, maybe a little cooler if it was just us. We also enjoy culture and at the risk of sounding trite, eschew the heavily touristed places frequented by loud Americans. We love America when we're here. But when we leave, we try to go somewhere else. Does that make sense?