Miami

I realized that I have no spoof about my trip to Miami. It's been almost two months since I went back to the big S. I guess I didn't write anything about the trip because it wasn't that exciting. Strange, but true. I was missing the vibe of the city, I guess it's just not my type of city. 

I spent my first days at the conference, not visiting much...except for the conference room and expensive restaurants. I stayed at The National and had a grand view. The hotel staff read my mind and gave me a beautiful ocean view room. My first jet lagged nights were marvellous nights spent watching out the window and listening to the ocean. Missing the sunrise typical Bolero, I watched the sun raise up from the ocean surrounding itself with a beautiful red blooded curtain.

My first visit outside the hotel was the beach...I can't even remember how I got there, it seamed to be just behind the hotel...just when I got back I realized that I've been walking for a while. The beach was simply beautiful...and after first seeing it, I couldn't wait to go there again and take a swim in the ocean. And that's just what I did as soon as the conference ended. South Beach is really small so as soon as I moved to the hostel, I took a long walk and saw everything there was, bought souvenirs, and then I spent the extra day and a half I had...at the beach. I was completely sun burned, so sun burned that I had to wear a skirt on my flight back, but I just couldn't leave the soft burning sand and the crystal clear water. That was the best thing about Miami...but I'm sure beach paradises can be found in many other places around the world, even better ones. 

It was a great place for complete relaxation...I would go back, but not alone...it has a great wild side that I'd also like to experience.