This week’s photos are just a glimpse of our recent getaway.  Early this morning, frigid Philadelphia welcomed us home for winter.  For the last few days, we soaked up the sun in 84 degrees of Miami heat and returned to the shivering 48 degree reality of waiting for The Parking Spot shuttle to find us in Zone 3, Terminal A.  They found us, shivering with just a touch of glow left over from each of those phenomenal days by the rooftop pool.

Royal Palm on Wednesday, Kimpton Angler’s Hotel on Thursday and Friday, and just the right upgrade at the W Miami on Saturday to reinforce our everlasting belief in the #SPGlife.  Although I could go on and on about those Kimptons…

Yardbird, Pubbelly, The River Oyster House, Employees Only, NaiYaRa…

I will have to devote an entire post to the delicious food at these restaurants and their incredibly informative and genuinely friendly bartenders.  I promise to do that when I’m not so incredibly tired.

For now, we’d just like to thank our American Airline’s pilot for the opportunity to be a part of his last flight this morning.  Just after we touched down safely in the City of Brotherly Love, the flight attendants announced his immediate retirement.  They also announced that his wife was aboard our flight, and that he was passing the reigns to his co-pilot, a man the same age as his son.  It was a great honor to be aboard his last flight, and I’m sure there are thousands upon thousands of curious and adventurous travelers like ourselves that would like to thank him for the safe and responsible transport around this fascinating world.

If there is one thing I can say about this trip it is this: I allowed some time for myself.  I’m not ashamed to say it was just what I needed.