Florida: Day 8 of the total of 8 days

As this day started tensions were bad between me and my father (not surprisingly), but we did manage to get to the News Café for breakfast (my sister as well) where we ate our breakfast when suddenly (and from nowhere) it started pouring down so hard, that even though we were sitting under a big cover (those big things overhanging streetcafe tables and chairs), water came in, but we all ate the usual stuff. After that I went to the "business center" which is just another word for computers with internet that are free to use, and sat there until we had to go to the airport. In the meantime my sister and father went to buy some Levi's jeans for my sister. Before going to the airport however we ate lunch at a restaurant called Casablanca, where my father and sister ordered chicken salad but got nothing but salad, and I had a pizza with WAY too much cheese. Once we arrived in the airport, we handed over the car and checked in, and that is all really... We boarded the plane and began a long journey home where they showed Blades of Glory (damn hilarious) and The Astronaut Farmer (very moving). And of course I got to sit behind some asshole who had to put his seat ALL the way back...

Florida: Day 9 of the total of 8 days:

I know it sounds odd with a day 9 out of 8, but I didn't get home until monday, so the trip actually took 9 days. The food on the airplane was horrible, something that they liked to call chicken. And when I finally got home, instead of trying to stay up to my normal time as to avoid jetlag, I went straight to bed, and my sleeping patern has been messed up ever since (4 days ago today).