*clickety clack* *clickety clack*
Her fingers moved like lightning at 4am. Our airline lady pressed enter and rolled her eyes as she very un-enthusiastically looked up at us.
“Are you aware of the delay on the flight?”
“Umm… no. We just got here.”
“Due to bad weather in Arizona, you will miss your connection in Ft. Lauderdale. I can get you on the next flight out to Guatemala City.”
“Awesome. Lets do that.”
“…in two days.”
My stomach dropped. SERIOUSLY? We had just recovered from our WORST flight ever 5 days prior and now we were being handed a 2 day layover? What is up with our travel luck lately?!
But we took the flight to Ft. Lauderdale anyway. As we were stuck in Dallas, we had no choice but to go forward. Not to mention, we had our guardian angels… Kenin and Lauren of The Constant Rambler. I had made plans a month prior and, as a contingency plan, they had volunteered to pick us up from the airport in an event like this. Either I was psychic or my Type A personality had gone into overload.
I am a firm believer that things happen for a reason. The next few days were spent with our new friends as we got to know each other – and often we would all burst out laughing when it came to how creepily similar Lauren and I are… down to her cute stuffed penguin backpack that I was drooling over.
We made the best of our impromptu visit. We had never been to this part of the country before and I was fascinated by the culture. We had beers, ate pizza, and made it a point to visit the almighty Miami Beach. What I didn’t realize was the Ft. Lauderdale was next to one of the most iconic beaches in the US of A. After stuffing our faces with fried Cuban food, we set out on a touristy foray into Little Havana and into South beach.
I was a photo snapping queen.
There was a man in loose, white, flowy clothing rollerblading by.
There were sunburnt bodies wearing cheap tourist shirts stating, “I’m in Miami B*TCH!”.
There were $30 fishbowl margaritas.
There were waaaaay too tan Paris Hilton look-alikes that I wanted to hand a hamburger to.
There was a Veyron sitting outside a club, out “statusing” the Aston Martin DB9 next to it.
The heels… OH THE HEELS.
Neon. Glass bricks. Bad DJs. Pit Bull. Fountains.
There were people taking pictures of… Shaun.
There was even a drag show setting up and getting ready to show off its fabulousness.
I was half looking around expecting to find Horatio making a bad pun, especially after we saw a CSI van outside of a hotel.
Without even realizing it, we had spent almost 5 hours wandering around South Beach and Miami Beach just taking it all in. We had a blast being a tourist for a day and I can’t thank Lauren and Kenin enough for opening their home to us and showing us a fab time.
…now if I can only follow my own advice and go with the flow more often. I hate to think how many opportunities we’ve missed out on.
Have you found yourself somewhere you didn’t expect and had a fantastic time?