What I Learned in Florida - Part 2

During our trip to the Everglades I learned that you can't escape from Germans. In fact, the sign at the entrance to Everglades National Park showed three languages: English, Spanish, and German. Never mind that I didn't see that sign until Day 4 because it was still pitch-dark when we headed to our photo workshop.
Once I was standing on an overlook at the Anhinga Trail when I heard a German voice near me. I would have approached the speaker if I had had the time.
There was even a German immigrant in the workshop. We had a brief conversation in German and I learned that every one has a story, a story that is as individual as we all are. It is the common interests that help us cross bridges.

What I Learned in Florida - Part 1

During our long weekend in the Homestead area I learned that Cuban food is very good. So good, in fact, that we returned the next day for dinner. I realized long ago that it is a good idea to ask the locals if you want to eat well during a trip. That was my experience in Greece, where a man actually wrote down instructions for the taxi driver to take us to a restaurant that was very popular with the local population.
In Homestead I asked the hotel desk clerk for a sandwich place and she pointed us to a Cuban restaurant right across from the hotel. The place was packed with Air Force uniforms, a good sign. After all, they know which eateries are good. And I think I'm in love with Cuban bread.

Out of Town During the Big Game

Last weekend, we headed to southern Florida so I could attend a bird photo workshop in the Everglades. The airport was quite busy with Steelers fans heading to Dallas. Imagine our shock, therefore, when we boarded our plane and noticed that it had a Ravens emblem next to the door. Hubby asked the flight attendant what the story was and she replied that they were going to Baltimore next [after dropping us off in Fort Lauderdale].
The next day, on the trail in the park, a ranger asked us where we were from. I replied, "Pittsburgh. Go Steelers!" It turned out that he was originally from Ohio and his family came from Pittsburgh. How small the world is...
When it was time for my husband to watch the Big Game, the cable in our room decided to die again. He ended up watching much of the game in the lobby. Well, as you know by now, the game didn't end like he had hoped for. But, die-hard baseball fan that he is, he recovered quickly. And the other day he reminded me that it is only one more week until I hear the dreaded announcement: "Pitchers and catchers report for spring training!"