Got up at 4 a.m.
Stood in line at the Managua airport for an hour.
Ran barefoot to my gate while my bag was about to be removed.
Arrived in Miami, FL.
Took a Super Shuttle to Diagnostic Center For Women.
Had my first breast ultrasound and mammogram ever.
(Everything looks “fine”, they can feel the bump, can’t see it on tests, so they say it could be an internal pimple or an inflamed cartilage tissue)
Walked with my suitcase to a Winn-Dixie on the corner for a banana and a ricotta & spinach pastelito.
Rode the Metrobus to the South Miami Metrorail station.
Rode the Metrorail to Downtown Miami.
Walked three blocks to my sister’s apartment.
Took my car and drove almost an hour to the City of Doral, FL.
Took a Boss Chick Dance Workout class.
From there went to Publix.
Made it “home”.
One more run: Don Glotón Food Truck to satisfy my sister’s Venezuelan food cravings.
Now in bed.
How was your day?
As you can see, mine was EPIC.
Laura
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