It was a dark and stormy night. No really, it was raining cat and dogs in Miami, and there is no way in hell anything could have dragged me out of my cosy, candlelit apartment other than something epic, like a Springsteen concert or … an invite to a really hip Art Basel Party in a…
Miami is stunning, it glitters, but there’s also depth and darkness, a heavy dose of Latino passion, and a whole lot of weird. Which is why I love it.
Over the years, I have paddled into rocky outcrops, cave walls, and mangrove trees. I have scared small animals, water fowl, and Ayaz. Yet, I keep kayaking — and I love it.
Don’t be fooled, you would-be traveler to Miami Beach! South Beach might be the tourist epicenter of Miami Beach, but it is most certainly, NOT where it’s at. Head a few miles to North Beach — a blissful world away from South Beach’s madness.
Best beach, best island, best mellow vibe. Which category does Key Biscayne fit into? That’s a trick question, silly. The answer is ALL of them.
The artsy chaos of Art Basel has erupted in Miami this week, with smaller festivals, shows, and parties dotting the landscape from Wynwood and Midtown to South Beach and North Beach.
Pitbull is a bald beacon of joy. What I didn’t know was that he’s also a bit of a philosopher. Yes, you read that right.
It’s only the second week in our new Miami sublet, but you know what? I got a feeling I’m gonna me gusta mucho este casa.
If you read this post’s headline and immediately thought, “GOLDEN GIRLS!,” well, bravo! We should definitely be friends in real life if we’re not already, because, well, GOLDEN GIRLS.
A wise man once crooned, ok, growled, “There ain’t nothin’ like Miami’s heat!” And you know what? He’s right. When Miami wants to turn up the temps, you best learn the routine: grab a beach towel, don a swimsuit and hit the nearest sandy shores. Or, you could find an air-conditioned enclave, I suppose, but…
Oh, come on, now! You didn’t think I’d write my first post about Miami and not prominently feature the finest moment in Golden Girls history, did you? Granted, the clip has nothing to do with my first 2 weeks in Coconut Grove, (and in fact, after chasing a 3-inch long cockroach out of our sublet, I had…