art deco district right by south beach

cafe versailles, amazing cuban food-I think Pete ate pork the entire trip

dinner out at a french restaurant
We had an absolutely harrowing trip back that most likely stripped me of any color I got at the pool. After getting rerouted about 5 times, our plane tried to land in Providence amidst 50 mile an hour winds. At the last second our pilot pulled back up into the air and we RETURNED to Philly, where we had made our connection earlier. There was literally a moment where we thought the plane might crash...we had a good 45 minutes straight of turbulence, all to the soundtrack of people vomiting.
Now I am back to the grind until our long vacation in March and P's 33rd birthday!!! I love that he makes me feel so young...


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