A few weeks later, with Carrie safe and sound at her grandparents, we headed to the airport to board a plane to Miami. We were going to spend the night there on our way to St. Lucia. Paul had made reservations at the Betsy Hotel in Miami Beach and we had dinner reservations there.
Unfortunately, the hotel is about the only thing we saw in Miami as our plane was broken and we were redirected to Dallas first. Instead of a lovely dinner in Miami, we had dinner at the Dallas airport. We didn’t arrive to Miami until after midnight but we did manage to have a drink and some tasty olives at the hotel bar.
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