A few hours short of seventeen days, and we're back in our own home. A cold beer has been cracked, a first load of laundry has been started, and our bed is waiting.
A cortado from a Cuban café almost made it worth the trouble of flying through Miami International Airport. Kathryn got a cappuccino from the same place. Her larger cup had a description of the café on the back. Honestly, I'd never heard of this place, but I remembered enjoying a Cuban coffee in the airport… Continue reading A cortado almost makes it worth the trouble
We're at Miami International Airport, waiting for our flight back to Phoenix. What a shithole. For once, TSA wasn't the problem at the security checkpoint; it was totally clueless passengers. I mean, signs were posted in nine languages, and it seems like half of traveling public here can't read any of them. Ugh. On the… Continue reading Patiently mingling with the unwashed masses in Miami
We're somewhere in southern Florida -- Florida City, I think -- having a coffee and some fast food on our way to Key West. I was able to get some sleep on the flight, so I'm not a total wreck behind the wheel. Getting a rental car in Miami took some patience. There's such a… Continue reading Somewhere in southern Florida, grabbing a bite
We're in the departure area of the airport in Montevideo, Uruguay, waiting for our flight to Miami, which should board within the hour. The security checkpoint seems to have been handled by the Air Force. It was mostly young men who appeared to have a sense of humor. The woman at the immigration desk gave… Continue reading Waiting in Montevideo for a flight to Miami
We've finally boarded the flight to Montevideo. See you all on the other side.