I don't know how it is possible. Every single flight was cancelled into Miami except for ours. Every. Single. Flight. Do you need proof?
Do you see the Delta flight at the very top? That was ours. And our flight was relatively turbulence-free. Our captain was unbelievably talented. Before we left Atlanta, he gave us a play-by-play of the flight and assured us that he had flown in dozens of hurricanes and had obviously survived them all.
I still can't believe we made it. Thank you, Jesus.
Miami looks like it has been through a washing machine. There is water everywhere and it is still coming down. The good news is that Pizza Hut is still delivering and our delivery man from heaven should be here in ten minutes.
Nothing spells hurricane survival food like pizza. Am I right or am I right?
We are now settled into a very "rustic" hotel that could very well be from a horror movie. But we have a deadbolt and Tara is a Zumba instructor so I am not too worried.
The cruise has a delayed departure tomorrow but thankfully the bulk of the storm is now barreling toward the Gulf. Oh people, please take cover and grab a pizza as you go.
Thanks for praying us to Miami. I still think this whole thing is borderline insane, but it definitely makes for a very memorable adventure.