This entry will be fairly short because I really don't remember too many of the details. The details of this day are much more boring than the other days, so I'm sure it's okay to keep this short.
We intended to wake early to watch the sunrise at the beach, but that didn't happen. We started packing up and headed out for a breakfast at Fresh Bakery & Bistro. I enjoyed a delicious cinnamon roll, J had a cheese danish, and we shared a frothy cup of OJ. On our walk back to the hotel room, I took a few more snapshots of the resort. I really didn't want to leave!
We got a cab, headed to the airport, and got in line. We decided to use the self check in station, but that really didn't speed things up too much. Saturday's a busy day at the airport! Once we were checked in, we just sat and waited. We then flew into Miami where the real craziness began. We weren't sure if we had to claim our conch shell, and we couldn't figure out who to ask. We stopped at one of the counters to find out, and the person there didn't really know the answer. He said he didn't think we needed to claim it, so we hoped he was right. We waited in a long customs line and were all set to go next when one family just decided to go when it was our turn. They came out of nowhere and just cut in front of everyone! We were flabbergasted. To make matters worse, there were issues with the non-English speaking family, which made our wait even longer. Other lines were moving, and ours was at a stand still. J was getting pissed!
We made it up to the counter, and the customs guy confirmed that as long as we didn't have a live conch, we didn't need to claim the shell. We finished quickly and headed to eat dinner somewhere. I don't even remember where we ate. Mayhaps it was a Mexican food place, which wasn't really so great, if I recall.
Somewhere along the way, the arm of J's glasses broke off. He was wearing his prescription sunglasses in the security line at the Miami airport, and one of the security personnel told him to take them off thinking he was just trying to be a cool dude when in fact he was just trying to see. He complied, and we moved through the security checkpoint easily. We made the longish flight home where our dear friend Suzanne picked us up. She was the first to be regaled by our stories and the first to see our pictures.
Pawncho was a little indifferent towards us when we arrived home, but he slept with us nearly the entire night, something he never does. He must have missed us. The next day is when we officially found out that he is diabetic. We were happy to have found this out after our trip rather than beforehand because we would have been hard pressed to find someone to administer his insulin shots. More on that in future posts possibly.
Okay, I'm ending this as I sense myself rambling. Maybe this blog will evolve into something else, but for now, the adventures of our trip will sit out in cyberspace for all to read.
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