After an 8 hour flight, we touched-down in Miami, Florida.
I stepped off the plane, allowing the hot, humid air to buffet my face. I inhaled deeply, delighted to be back in a part of the world that will always hold a special place in my heart.
It was the Easter holidays and I was about to embark on one of my greatest adventures yet. We were going to be journeying from Miami to Barbados on a cruise ship, stopping off at numerous Caribbean islands on the way – most of which I had never seen or set foot on before. I couldn’t wait.
I felt groggy as I trudged through the airport, my feet clinking on the shiny tiled floor. It felt like the older I got, the worse I seemed to deal with jetlag.
But it was hard to be grouchy, especially when I laid eyes on the ride that was awaiting for us outside the airport terminal.
My eyes glittered at once as I took in the shimmering black 4x4, unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was a gorgeous Escalade and I couldn’t wait to jump inside.
I sat down on the soft leather seat and gazed out the window as the suburbs of Miami rushed past.