Mary and I flew down to Marathon FL for a snorkeling trip in October 2008. Sadly, bad weather meant no snorkeling...a large disappointment, but that simply means we will have to make another trip down there soon...
We flew the plane from Lancaster to Dothan AL on the first flight leg. That flight leg was pretty uneventful, except that we had a headwind for most of the way, which is not usual (Murphy's Law strikes again!). We flew at 7500 feet for most of the way. At Dothan, a large headwind and some turbulence made the landing a wee bit exciting, but the headwind resulted in a short roll-out.
After grabbing a bite to eat, refuelling and adding a quart of oil, we headed for Titusville (Space Coast Airport) for an overnight stop. Because we had left Dallas 2 hours later than planned, the last hour of this flight leg was in darkness. We got VFR flight following the whole way into Titusville, which meant we got a clearance through Orlando airspace. We landed in a stiff headwind to the West at Titusville (out over the bay towards the Shuttle landing center, u turn over the bay to final), parked the plane, found a hotel and spent the night unwinding.
The following morning, we got up late, ate lunch at the airport cafe, put some fuel in the plane to get us to Fort Lauderdale Executive (where cheap fuel was advertized on Airnav) and took off for Fort Lauderdale. The flight down to FLL was uneventful, except that we got handed off a lot of times between the various ATC zones, being on VFR flight following. This is a busy ATC area, and it was clear from some of the conversations we could hear that a number of pilots were far from proficient at dealing with ATC, mainly becauee English was not their first language.
The fun began to start after touchdown at Fort Lauderdale. On switching to the Ground frequency, the conversation went something like this:

Me: 131JF wishes to taxi to the FBO
Gnd: Which FBO? We have 5 FBOs on the airport
Me: The one offering cheap fuel
Gnd: Don't know which one that is. Which FBO do you want?
Me: um...er...

I ended up picking an FBO, which turned out to not be the FBO offering cheap fuel. Their 100LL was $5.50 a gallon. However, they were really nice people, not afflicted by the "go away little guy" mindset that seems to afflict many big-airport FBOs, so we bought some fuel from them rather than start taxiing all over the field.
I also discovered that the right hand wheelpant screw securing the wheelpant to the wheel had departed somewhere in flight from Titusville. I did not have a sufficiently long spare screw in the toolkit. Fortunately the very helpful FBO guys rooted around in a scrap fasteners bin in the FBO hangar, and found a screw that I was able to use as a replacement.
Upon getting back in the plane, we had to talk to Departure Control to get a clearance to depart. This is often a step that I forget at big airports, and Ground always has to send me off to Departure Control to get a clearance - my bad. On receiving the VFR clearance, I noticed that it called for me to climb to the North-East, although Marathon is almost due South of Fort Lauderdale. When I inquired "why this direction", the controller explained that they always send aircraft out to the North East for Fort Lauderdale Approach to pick them up.
I lined up, took off, turned North East and switched to Fort Lauderdale Approach. They asked me "coast route or westerly route?". I responded "coast route". I had asked for 2500 feet heading South which Departure Control had read back to me. However, Approach now told me "head for center of Fort Lauderdale at or below 2000". My GPS line of flight would take me to the West of the city, so I settled down on the GPS route. I was then switched to Fort Lauderdale Tower. I flew just West of the airport at 2000 feet. Then they handed me off to Miami Center.
Which was where the trouble started...after about 10 minutes, this happened:

Miami: "Sir, you are 6 miles inland from the coast"
Me: "I am aiming to intercept the inner coast"
Miami: "You are still 4 miles from the inner coast. Turn East immediately"
Me: "131JF turning left heading 090"

After about 3 minutes, I was approaching the outer coast, so I started to turn South. Less than a minute later, I was in trouble again:

Miami: "We need you out over the ocean. Turn back East"
Me: "131JF turning back East over the ocean..." (thinking: where do they want me? The Bahamas?)

I eventually settled about 1 mile offshore, and headed down the coast. After that little exchange, Miami pretty much left me alone, except that when I suddently had to climb to 2400 to avoid entering a cloud, they asked me if I wanted an altitude change. I replied "need 2500 to avoid IMC" and they authorized it, left me alone for a while, then terminated radar service as I flew over Key Largo.
The good news was that as we left the Miami area, the weather steadily improved; the low clouds more or less disappeared and the light turbulence we had been experiencing all of the way down the coast from Titusville also vanished. We flew the last 50 miles to Marathon in blissful peace over the blue and green waters of the Keys.
Descending and dropping onto long downwind at Marathon, I extended to allow a Citation to depart, then flew around the pattern, touched down unventfully and we parked the plane, tied it down, and managed to get a shuttle bus up to the holiday hotel in Islamorada.