I've been back from the cruise for two weeks and am just now getting around to recording my thoughts. This will have to be a several part entry because it's an off Monday for me and I've got many errands to run, chores to do, weights to lift, etc. Let me begin by saying it's not called Miami International Airport for nothing (ha! More like the Black Hole of Calcutta if you ask me), and that Carnival Cruise Lines might really want to think about having a better luggage strategy for people with brutally early flights. Hauling two bags around the airport for four hours doesn't really put me in my happy place.
Anyhoo, Charlotte and I met up at the baggage claim and were herded onto a bus allegedly headed to the port, only to have to wait around for what seemed like hours (probably not, but the fact that C was starving - but apparently not starving enough to eat a Larabar or almonds - made the whole ordeal seem rather protracted). We took a ten-minute or so drive to the port and were then herded off the bus, snarked at by the man who wanted a tip for putting a label on my bag (sorry, fella, five tips per day is my limit, and if I'd known you were going to be a pill about it, I'd have carried my own darn bag), and herded into some kind of check-in line.
(Do you see a theme developing here? I realize they have an awful lot of people to manage, but maybe it could be done without making us feel like cattle? Maybe?)