The reception was gorgeous and a great time: Little Jake is an awesome bartender and knew how to treat the cousins right. Paola was stunning and Tim couldn't stop smiling--which is the way it's supposed to be.
Bill and I had a rocky start the next morning (I had to walk around and find a McDonald's about a mile away in order to get some Diet Coke and function again), but once we got rolling we were able to pack in some more fun before heading home. We toured around Little Havana, had some authentic cubano sandwiches, saw old men playing chess and checkers, and giant roosters everywhere. It's odd because when I asked the symbolism of the roosters the store clerk said that they bring good luck, yet the Cuban restaurant we ate at had them on the menu...that seemed like bad karma to me, but what do I know. One last trip to the beach and then most of us got on the same flight back to StL--actually, it was mainly the cousins who had to go back because all the "adults" drove up to Tampa to spend more time in the sun--not fair!
Congrats to Tim and Paola!!
And isn't Dylan the cutest?
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What? No updates since Monday?! This is unacceptable. You need to work nights and weekends to get this blog up-to-the-minute!
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