D is for Detour. And Delano. Which is where we initially landed when we caught a plane out of the Bahamas. That’s the funny thing about outrunning a hurricane. You don’t really care where you go, just as long as you’re not “there”.
I was delighted to finally visit Miami. And, I must say….I loved it. We were able to snag a last minute room at the Delano Hotel, on Miami Beach, and everything from the minute we drove up was dreamy.
You’ll have to check out their website to get the full picture of this chic boutique hotel. I knew it was supposed to be hip. But, I did not count on how welcoming they were to our children.
I’d never been to a beach that had organized play areas for children. My youngest son was enthralled with the colorful buckets and sand digging tools, which he “organized”.
My only complaint? We were there less than 24 hours.
Now, I’m thinking D…is for “Darling, can we go back to the Delano?”