We got a late start to a day full of nothing worth reporting. It was relaxing.
In hindsight, it is an amusing story; just as we sat down to breakfast on La Mar's terrace, the front of my shirt was the recipient of bird dropping. While grateful that it was not on my head or in my food, it was off-putting. The waitress brought me a napkin to wash it off, proclaiming it was good luck. We both knew that was the party line for such an occurrence, given that it probably happened with some frequency. After retiring to the men's room for a more thorough cleaning of my shirt, we had an uneventful, delicious breakfast. We then went for a walk, going our separate ways to explore different things that caught our eye. At one point, I turned quickly while stepping forward and fell flat on a granite floor. I arose utterly unhurt. The next day, we had the same waitress. I told her the prophecy of good luck had come true.
We walked over to Brickell City Center, where we had good food at a casual restaurant.
The weather was perfect for the evening stroll back to the hotel.
Throughout the day, we did keep our mental fingers crossed that Jose, who had helped entertain us yesterday evening, was on his way to glory in the Riviera Club's Seniors Golf Championship.
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