My wife suggested we drive to Old Bahia Honda for one more dog walk before she took off for California by way of a hotel in Fort Lauderdale. We avoid the Miami airport where possible as the slightly smaller facility at Fort Lauderdale, a mere thirty minutes further north is much friendlier and easier to use.
After a short while my wife turned back and Rusty and I were on our own. Not that he noticed:
In the distance the brown Fiat 500 pulled out into the traffic and in an instant was out of sight.