The beginning of South America

Miami !!
Everyone is hispanic. The first instructions in immigration are delivered to bewildered Europeans and Brits in transit in Spanish. English even American English is seemingly dispensable to the hispanic ground staff who use the Spanish imperative tense to move the confused Brits forward towards homeland security, berating them in Spanish, if endeavouring to impose order, a wayward Brit jumps to another shorter queue. Joyous! All the cafes restaurants and bars are staffed by Bolivians Ecuadorians Mexicans. Coffee is served by staff gyrating to the music of Juanes. I ask what the music was because it was infectiously rhythmic and I was told Juanes, the Colombiano as if I surely must know.
I was exhausted when I got to Miami airport. It is city of escalators and walkways connected by a sky train with villages of restaurants and bars at every stop. I managed to leave my only winter coat for Bolivia on flight BA205. There was no question of returning to the gate, once begun the relentless progress onward to immigration must continue. Nevertheless Miami was an airport in light hearted mood. It was Obama's State of The Union Address screening on every available screen. His buoyancy and message of hope for America imparted  the message to the fiercely patriotic hispanics that America was once again the country of the greatest possibility on earth. A Mexican burger bar manageress repeatedly said, ' let, me listen to my president', while pressing her palm to her heart.
My coat was returned by the combined efforts of five disembarked cabin crew from flight 205, one grey haired american lady who was BA ground staff, 2 customs officers in Homeland Security, one barista from Cafe Versailles, one member of the BA information desk team and one member of the BA gate staff. Nothing , thanks to the oratory of Obama, was too much trouble for anyone in Miami Airport the night that I happened to arrive.
There would be an image with this post if a member of Homeland Security in jocular mood had not said to me, as I was about to photograph a wall of photographs of hispanic settlers in Miami, ' take the photo if you like Maam, go ahead , but if you do , I'm going to have to put you under arrest'. He smiled the whole time, knowing the Union was in great shape.