There's a day 0 because Marjorie gets nervous about traveling down to Miami and flying out the same day. So we drove down to the Brightline terminal at West Palm Beach, stopping at the bank and American Icon brewery on the way, and figured out how to park our car and board the train...
...which was very nice, and fast, except we were seated across from a Okie bore who insisted on name-dropping all the rich people he knows, and since I'm with Marjorie, I couldn't be rude in the way I would otherwise. But at least they had beer. We got to the Comfort Suites in short order.
...where we crashed, without figuring out how to turn off the A/C, which meant it was like sleeping in a meat locker.
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