Bienvenido a Miami
Hi y'all, I'm in Miami. Sunny, warm, the whole Florida shtick. It's all good. One sad thing: the hotel used to have an orange motif, and now it doesn't. No orange juicer in the room, no bowls of oranges in the room or the lobby. :(
It will probably be a pretty lazy week...that's what vacation is for, right? On the agenda: Curious George (D is dying to see it), the beach, a few Crunch classes. One of them is called "Hip Hop Urban Cowgirl." I figured there will never be an opportunity to take such a class again.
On the flight, D and I got aisle seats. I didn't want to be stuck in the middle again. I sat next to a woman and her (probably) 3-year-old son. The woman was very friendly and introduced herself and her son. He kept making accurate observations: "It's going fast!" (the plane) and "He needs to speak up!" (about the pilot, whose messages were garbled).
I had an odd conversation with the flight attendant:
FA: You wanna turkey sandwich?
Me: No, thank you. You don't have anything vegetarian, do you?
FA: No, you wanna turkey sandwich?
I found this to be a non sequitur.
Anyway, we've been coming here once a year since 2003. At first, D was reluctant to come, and now he is addicted. I've created a monster. It is very relaxing, although it is starting to lose its exotic feel, and now seems like someplace I know. Not that that's a bad thing.
It will probably be a pretty lazy week...that's what vacation is for, right? On the agenda: Curious George (D is dying to see it), the beach, a few Crunch classes. One of them is called "Hip Hop Urban Cowgirl." I figured there will never be an opportunity to take such a class again.
On the flight, D and I got aisle seats. I didn't want to be stuck in the middle again. I sat next to a woman and her (probably) 3-year-old son. The woman was very friendly and introduced herself and her son. He kept making accurate observations: "It's going fast!" (the plane) and "He needs to speak up!" (about the pilot, whose messages were garbled).
I had an odd conversation with the flight attendant:
FA: You wanna turkey sandwich?
Me: No, thank you. You don't have anything vegetarian, do you?
FA: No, you wanna turkey sandwich?
I found this to be a non sequitur.
Anyway, we've been coming here once a year since 2003. At first, D was reluctant to come, and now he is addicted. I've created a monster. It is very relaxing, although it is starting to lose its exotic feel, and now seems like someplace I know. Not that that's a bad thing.
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(and thanks- now that Will Smith song is going to be stuck in my head all night, complete with the breathy "Bienvenido a Miami!")
;)
(I don't own the album, I swear...)
;)