A rainy morning turns into a torrential afternoon. We stare longingly out of our hotel window, hoping for a break.
We sneak from overhang to umbrella to overhang, dodging drops and cigarettes and puddles.
The torrential afternoon turns into a brilliant evening, upon which I discover my parents, already in Key West, have actually beaten us to a beer. But we beat them to a hooka.
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