Day 3
I woke up this morning in MIAMI and decided that I needed to take advantage of the 15 hours before my flight leaves for La Paz.

This is a picture of me deciding what I should do for the day! Since my lodging and meals were paid for for the day (thank you American Airlines) I decided that I could splurge on a cheap beach outfit from the gift shop downstairs. Completing this outfit are the hot pink flowered sandals in my feet with big pink flowers on them...I think I look like a tourist, don't you?

So I went to the beach this afternoon feeling all cool and Miami-like in my brightly colored outfit. When I got there I felt like I was in an advertisement for Sandals Beach Resort. All the chairs were really fancy, covered in white cloths and had large white umbrellas by them. They were lining the edge of the water and filled with people except for ONE lonely chair. The chair had no one's stuff gathered near it, so I decided to sit down. Soon tall, tanned men wearing white linen came by all the chairs asking those of us sitting in them if we would like anything else.

People were ordering food, drinking Coronas and having their towels changed by these worker people. I realized that I might be out of my league here and sitting someplace that I was not supposed to sit, but I decided that I would stay put until someone corrected my error. For the next hour and a half I watched kids play in the sand, couples parasailing, listened to the ocean, looked for seashells and began reading my book The Celestine Prophecy. After an hour and a half or so one of the worker men came to fix my umbrella and to let me know that a storm was on its way. I turned around and sized up the situation, deciding to abandon my chair before it started to pour.

The next thing was how to escape the white-linened men who were collecting money from the other beach chair residents. Since I honestly had no idea that the beach chairs were a financed luxury I decided that I needed to play dumb and simply stroll away while everyone else was packing because of the storm. (Although I have to admit I did my best to begin strolling when all the linen-adorned men were not paying attention.) I walked away from the string of fancy beach chairs with confidence and all-knowingness....even though I was terrified that someone was going to approach me and slap me with a hundred dollar beach chair fee or something. No one did though and I even found a really cool shell on my walk away from the beach!

Next stop...a coffee shop: Starbucks. Hear of it? To take refuge from the storm and charge my batteries. Tonight before my flight leaves I will meet up with a friend of Rosie's from Creighton. Leah is a lawyer in Miami and I'm sure knows a thing or two about the night life here. Then it is onto the airport and off to LA PAZ! FINALMENTE!!!!