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Loud and Curious at Miami International Airport

A Pilot, Coffee, and Guava Pastelitos at 5 am

A different airport terminal from Unsplash. Free for use. https://unsplash.com/photos/MpQ2gVosfR8

The guava pastelito, a criminally delicious Cuban pastry available everywhere in Miami, flaked on my shirt as I took another sip of black coffee.

I’d been looking at the young woman across from me in the American Airlines terminal between bites. “Are you a pilot?” She wore an airline uniform and had a bag in front of her. “Yes, I am.”

She shared with my wife and me how she worked her way up from small six-passenger airplanes into the jet-powered leagues, and now pilots huge Boeing 757s and 767s.

She was not our pilot. Instead, she was catching a Caribbean flight to where her husband studies to become a veterinarian.

And she grew up in Arizona where her family raises horses. She pointed to her cowboy boots with pride.

Once on our flight, my wife said I’d been too loud. I always am. Not just at 5 am high on sugar and caffeine.

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