Bienvenidos a Miami

I'd like to say that I'm writing this from Buenos Aires, where I am suppose to be right now, but unfortunately, American Airlines decided to foil my plans. Yesterday I had a flight from Boston to Chicago, then I was suppose to fly from Chi-town to Buenos Aires, arriving at 9 am and being met by members of AIESEC Buenos Aires for a day of Argentinian fun. At 7:00 in Chicago, they casually announced that the flight to Buenos Aires had been canceled. Does this sound vaguely familiar? Was my first ever blog a detailed account of this exact situation on my way to Spain?

Anywho, I jumped to the front of the line, and found that I had 2 options for travel. I could either stay in Chicago overnight, fly to Miami the next day, then fly to BA that night at 8, OR go to Miami and stay there for the following day, then fly out at 8. I was promised a free hotel in either case. I chose Miami, wanting to knock off a few hours of travel for myself the next day, and flew from Chicago at 8 pm last night. I got into Miami International at 1130, and waited for 3 HOURS ...there was not one American Airlines representative anywhere. I finally found someone who put me in the airport hotel. So I got up to my room, sent an extremely apologetic message to my TN manager and to anyone who was scheduled to pick me up 7 hours later in a country I would not be arriving to until the next day. I also have no idea where I'm staying/when my traineeship starts...so lets hope I can get that information before 8 pm tonight.
Its now 1245, I'm watching movies in my hotel room and can't check in to my flight for another 6 hours. SAAAAAAWEET.

Life handed me lemons. Unfortunately, there's no tequila in the mini-bar.