Miami

I’m a very difficult person to surprise,but the Husband pulled it off when he whisked me off to Miami for the 4th of July weekend. I did suspect it,  and tried baiting him but he managed to tenaciously hang on to his surprise till the very end.

Miami was warm and balmy.  We decided that first thing we wanted to do was to hit the famous South Beach. The full extent of it’s popularity hit us when we got there. There was absolutely NO PARKING available. Giving up, we decided to hit the Haulover beach.

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There were 2 things that struck us immediately at Haulover. One was the lovely, warm, clear, perfect for dipping waters. the second was the lack of light skinned people on the beach. The beach was populated almost entirely by dark/black skinned people. This lead me to research a little on this beach. Although I did not find any reason for the demographics, I came to know that the northern end is partitioned  off as a clothing optional beach. As chance would have it, this was not the end we visited.

DSC_0166Having had our fill of the beach, we moved on to Bayfront park at Biscayne Bvld for dinner and a spectacular display of fireworks. Just as the fireworks ended, as if on cue, there was a strong gust of wind, followed by a sudden shower. Wet and happy was how we ended the first, and as we realised, pretty much every day of our vacation.

DSC_0732-1Day 2 and 3 were reserved for Key West and the Everglades. On the last day, on our way back from Fort Lauderdale, we decided to take one more stab at South Beach.This time  we found parking. It took a while, but ultimately we found a spot really close to the beach. This beach is not popular for nothing. Clean white sands and clear green waters make it an easy favourite.  Looking around, it very soon became obvious that this beach was something of a hive for same sex lovers.  It seemed a little odd to me that there were so many men with other men, yet so few of the women seemed to be with other women.Perhaps women have a separate beach or a different section.

When we finally tore ourselves away from there, it hit us, that making it to the flight back is going to be a close call. Tearing through the airport, we managed to make to boarding with 7  odd mins to spare.

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