Heard a rumor that buses were running this afternoon, so we attempted to venture out of our hotel. We enjoyed the show drifts, chased Daniel's hat down the street when it was blown off by the wind (and successfully recovered it), and I slipped and fell in the street three times. (My dignity and my butt are both bruised, but not so seriously that they won't recover.) After waiting in vain for our bus for 30 minutes, we conceded defeat and walked back to the hotel. Turns out that while some buses were running, the one we wanted to take wasn't.
Tomorrow we attempt to fly to Florida. Wish me luck!