Welcome to Miami, where the local time is now...

There are several important factors to consider if you ever need to spend a significant amount of time in the Miami airport, especially if that time falls during hours at which you would ideally be sleeping. First, it´s very, very well air conditioned. Second, they play music. Loudly. Bright, bubbly, cascading sorts of classical music. All night long. And finally, they announce the local time. Loudly. Every fifteen minutes. All night long. I can understand how this would be useful to someone who, say, had forgotten their watch, didn´t know how to read a clock and didn´t want to miss an important flight, but as for myself, when I heard that canned announcer's voice shouting (to be heard over the music) "Welcome to Miami, where the local time is now 4:45 a.m.," well, I began to doubt that I could stand it any longer.
Like all sleepless nights, however, it ended eventually, and I staggered through security to board my flight to Bogota.
Rebekah, my lost-and-found sophomore year roommate and South American adventuress extraordinare, picked me up at the airport just a few short hours ago. She and Priya, who she has been travelling with, headed out from our hostel to a museum this afternoon. I'm really looking forward to wandering the streets of Bogota with them later on and discovering if I remember any Spanish, but at the moment, a shower and a nap are taking priority.