We’re waking up at the beautiful Tony Hotel on South Beach. The Tony has a neon spire on its top that says Tiffany, but we’re tying not to let that confuse us too much. Tony is a fine name, to be sure, and not entirely lacking in double meaning. Tony as an adjective means high-toned and stylish. In that regard, we’re getting up and going at the tony Tony hotel.
Yesterday was a whirlwind. We left Dallas after somewhat hastily packing a bag- hopped on a Southwest flight to Austin, then another one to Miami. We got off the plane, bidding adieu to James the flight attendant at gate 15 in Austin, only to board the same plane with the same James the flight attendant at gate 15 about an hour later. Seems like an odd series of events. But at least we got an opportunity to grab a pricey sandwich in the intervening hour.
From there, it was a quick trip to the Miami airport. We navigated to the car rental counter, and when I pulled a hand-fan out of my bag at the counter, the woman behind the desk said, somewhat sarcastically, “Welcome to Miami!”
That’s when Cas took the helm. He lived here for a few years in the ‘90s, so he was elected to be the rental car driver. I’m happy to hand over the responsibility, anyhow. I have never been here before. We were on the little people-mover thingy from the airport terminal to the rental car spot, and I was happy to see so many palm trees. Expectation met. Box checked. Palm trees intact. They’re everywhere, in fact.
But today, we leave the rental car in the garage and hand over the transportation responsibility to a bus driver. Someone else is taking us to Key West. We’ll just be passengers and enjoy the ride together. They estimate five hours for the trip there, five hours on the key and five hours back. That’s kind of a long day, and I am happy to let someone else drive and focus for that.
Regardless, it’s nearly time to head out of our tony Tony hotel and hop on our bus to the keys. Sunscreen, check. Sandals, check. Palm trees, everywhere. Here we go.
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