And I’m disoriented as hell. My six days in Miami already are beginning to feel like an extended dream. If I didn’t have the pictures to prove I was there, I’d wake up tomorrow and wonder if I had ever really left. But I suppose I do also have the sunburn as further evidence. How the hell did I burn my eyelids and my lips, but nothing else? I’ve also resolved to learn Spanish. It can’t be that much different than French, which came relatively easily to me. I’ll start posting some of the photos later tonight. But here are a few things I’ll remember from my trip:
Eating lunch at a seaside restaurant on Islamorada in the Florida Keys
Sipping hot, sweet cafe cubano at a little bakery on Calle Ocho
Dipping my feet in the Atlantic Ocean
Talking to two very animated African-American women on the front porch of my hotel until 2 in the morning
Sitting on a beach chair and feeling sand under my fingertips
Spending way too much money on a Versace shirt
Eating dinner with my new friend Elizabeth (I’ll explain this one in more detail later)
Gazing at the streaks of neon scattered across the streets of South Beach from my hotel roof.
So, did y’all miss me?
Woo! I’m dying to hear more about your trip. I’m glad it went so well.
What about sipping margaritas at a sidewalk cafe? Remember the night wear of the incredibly beautiful, hedonistic young people cruising the sidewalks? You should also highly recomend flying, coach being ok!