I escaped Chicago early on a Wednesday morning, just as the bitter chill of winter was hitting town after a warm front.
Sorry but the sun decided to peek out too late that morning.
I was definitely ready for a mental and routine break, though I would miss my dog Benny terribly.
Warm sunshine and green, tropical foliage where waiting for me.
I dozed on and off after scanning through my issue of InStyle magazine, this edition proved unusually boring considering it was the holidays one.
Two hours and a half later I reached sunny, welcoming Tampa. Where the air I breathe doesn't hurt my noise our lungs. Deep inhale. Ah, sweet air. A nice change after the sardine can bottled air of a plane.
No check-in luggage meant smooth sailing through the monorail shuttle on down past the luggage carousels, expectant luggage owners, wide longing eyes, hoping their property arrived undisturbed in the next batch on the rolling belt.
Considering I was prepared for the worst at the car rental counter, just a couple minutes on the phone with my dad later, I convinced the attendant and her supervisor to invite me to step upstairs and grab my Corolla.
My first time with a Toyota, pishing aside rememberances of recalls and brake-related horror stories. It's black. My shoulders relaxed. I clicked the keyfob button and stepped into the drivers seat. The mirrors are a massacre of odd angles. The seat too far back. Lets get to work and on our way.