After an amazing week at sea cruising around the Caribbean with Princess, I had an eight-hour layover in Fort Lauderdale. Now, vacation is great, but when it's done, have you ever noticed that you just can't wait to get home? Due to the timing and circumstances that I booked my flights under, I not only couldn't get an early flight out, but I had to spend the night in Atlanta (not so bad all in all). Needless to say my yearning to get back to my own home and my own bed was burning a hole through my very relaxed being. Lucky for me, my brother and his fiance were in the same boat (so to speak) and also had a very long layover. While pondering what we could make of our time there, Frankie had the excellent idea to get a car and enjoy our remaining time in the tropics close to the beach. 500 Hertz points and $7 later, we were rocking around Fort Lauderdale Beach with the bronze-bodied, eccentric car driving south Floridians. We popped into a restaurant (Oasis Cafe) right up...
People lately have been confusing me for a cross between Waldo and Carmen San Diego (I like Carmen better...) wondering where in the world I could be now... This BLOG will attempt to unveil the mystery as I travel around the world! :)