People and Places - Miami

If bitter fights, disturbed sleep in an over-priced room at the Hilton, an hour at South Beach and seven hours on a couch in an airport lounge make a trip, I've had all the fun a person would want to have at this much hyped place.

I had a very crappy trip. It could have been a lot worse, but thanks to divine providence, I had a few moments to cherish. This post is for those moments alone, and nothing else.

It's one thing to stare at the water and another thing to step into it. I chose to do the former, but I was pushed into the water unexpectedly. After so many years, I was a child at the beach once again. I played alone but that didn't make the activity any less pleasurable.

Rode a cab with a particularly nice driver. His name is Eduardo Soto. He engaged my friends in small talk, leaving me to daydream in peace. :) I ate two slices of toasted bread for $5. I can't stop myself from smirking when I remember his surprised remarks - "Five dollars for breakfast at South Beach, that's unbelievable! If you were at a hotel, you'd have paid 20 dollars" Breakfast, yeah right! (It's normal for a vegetarian to complain. My chocolate truffle cost $8. I was too exhausted to tell him that.)

Somebody named Bridget gave us free tickets on the 8 20 pm flight to GNV after we missed the one we had to board at 11 15 am. Calling her an angel would be an understatement. She was the saving grace of the day.

I boarded my return flight in time and immediately fell asleep. Felt neither the take off, nor the landing. Best thing to do on a plane. I've not slept so beautifully on any other flight. There couldn't be a happier ending to that miserable journey. I am not being sarcastic here.

Miami .... I wish I go there again, and come back with better memories to share. Adios!