We walk along the boardwalk at night, behind the hotels on this sandy strip. Parties are dying (a jazz trio plays to a table of twelve at an event staged for 200), and the wind is picking up. The club downstairs boasts past visits by dancing Kardashians; we are uncool, so we go to a…
Author: Backpacking Dad
Room With a View (Nighttime)
We’re arrived, mostly without incident, in Miami. A key-swapping snafu, during which we were issued keys to an occupied room, provided us with an upgrade to a room with a nice balcony. The weather is non-rainy, non-cold, and generally non-sucky. Enjoyment commence!
Going to Miami
Emily and I are spending the weekend in Miami. Grandma and Auntie Anne have the kids. Everyone should get a grandma and Auntie Anne. Bye.