Destination Miami: Sun, Sea, and Sweet Serendipity

I was thrilled to go to Miami. For all the times I’ve been to Florida (which, granted, I can count on one hand), I’ve never been to Miami. Florida has always meant DISNEY, and I was happy with that because, dude, I’m an animation buff and anyway it’s Disney – ‘Happiest Place on Earth’ and all that? But Miami… Man I was so excited to go because even though I’ve never really shown it much, I love the beach – beach culture, beach style, beach environment – it’s like something in me just longs to be by the ocean under the sun (or moon).

SO now I’m here, back after a long absence, to give you a rundown on my Miami experience and the memories and experiences that I took away from it. Well, to be totally upfront about it, I only really spent 3/4 of a day in Miami itself. It was just one stop on a road trip, but it was definitely on of the highlights. So without further ado, I present to you… Miami.

What better way to start a vacation than with an amazing sunrise? …Okay, yeah, I’m sure plenty of you are sitting there saying, “Uh, oh I dunno, maybe a good three hours more of sleep?” Well, to each their own. I can’t really say you’re wrong, but that doesn’t mean I can’t argue that. And look, I’m lazy af. I love sleep. I can beat most people in a contest of ‘who woke up the latest on Saturday’ (there are a couple people who’ve really given me a run for my money, however). Even so, I love the sunrise even more than I love sleep, even if it doesn’t feel that way when I first wake up at that ungodly hour. But the feeling of sitting there as the sky slowly lights up, waiting on the sun to rise and greet the world… it’s one of the most peaceful feelings in the world. And if that’s not true for you, then that’s fine. Like I said, to each their own. I guess that just means I’ve found my zen.

But the sunrise isn’t really what most people come to Miami to do, is it. It’s time to part- eh no. Ha. No. My parents were there. It so wasn’t happening. (But I’m pretty obsessed with LIV. One day. One day soon).img_0195

Ahem. What I meant to say is, it’s time to SWIM.

Is it crowded? Yes. Not gonna lie because I know how to pick my fights. Usually. But is it still great? Hell yeah. Maybe it’s just because I’m me, and I’m from Connecticut with its subpar beaches (at least when it comes to sand quality and temperature and all that jazz), but I thought Miami Beach was amazing. Soft fluffy sand? Check. Sunny tropical weather? Check. Warm clear water? Check, check, and check.

I really loved walking down Ocean Drive at night, too. First of all, it was super nice to be able to walk around in the night air with just shorts and a T-shirt on. And second, I am so happy I got to see those giant margarita glasses. Two words: So. Awesome. As for why I was walking down Ocean Drive, well looking for food, of course. Had to get a taste of Joe’s Stone Crab after all the hype about it, but then finished off the night with a sampler of Cuban cuisine. All in all, it was a pretty great day.

And then at the end of the night, far across the bay, I saw it: Gatsby’s green light. Or, well, a green light. So with that, I leave you with these parting words from Nick Carraway on the past, the future, our dreams, our downfalls, and the great and terrible things that make up the human condition:

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter – tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And then one fine morning- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

– The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald

(Full Disclosure: The above 6 photos were taken at Daytona Beach, not Miami.)


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