Wishful thinking accompanied me outside Miami International Airport and dissolved in scorching sunlight. Shielding my eyes from the brightness with a hand, I spotted Oscar casually leaning against a shark-sleek black limousine. His eyes crinkled behind miniscule dark shades, much more fashionable than functional, as he smiled and kissed the air around my cheeks. He pulled away to arm's length and twitched his nose in disapproval of my casual outfit. "What a sedate choice compared to ...