And then I started to have a wee anxiety attack concerning the lack of LAND beneath us, the cramp-ed-ness of the tiny seat in which I was wedged, and the amount of personal space alloted to fliers. The nice folks at VistaMar helped out with that. Turns out I was thirsty for a vacation!
And then the nice lady guided us from the plane into the wee airport of the Conch Republic (their motto: We seceded where others failed.). While it was unfortunate that I was jammed into that last seat at the back of the plane, I was fortunately, the second person off the plane! Welcome to Key West!
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