This morning my plane landed at Ft. Lauderdale airport. Upon deplaning not only was I greeted by more direct sunlight but by throngs of spring breakers.
I am in Florida for a Buddhist conference and a visit with my Father. This doesn't make me better than the others who crowded my rental car shuttle- just makes me into the girl who found herself accidentally in the middle a vacation ground zero after a long red-eye flight. My baggage was very content to wait for me in the sun.
After a long wait my Flouie (fake Louis Vuitton) found a home in the trunk of an upgraded rental car and I was on my way to meet up with Dad for lunch.
We met at the Whistlestop Tavern, a little hole in the wall next the train tracks that divides Boca Raton from it's neighboring towns. There we found Tony who took us to The Spaniard- for tapas in the glorious Southern Florida afternoon. It made the two hour rental car ordeal worth it.