In celebration of my 12th-21st birthday, boo and I hit the beach. This was our first solo vacation, and it was very well deserved. Though I've flown to the other side of the world and back, in addition to other countries in between, I'm still a pretty jittery flyer. This was only my third flight since 9-11 and I still pretty much turn into a great big baby starting a week before the flight. Boo wasn't aware of this, and didn't allow me to bury my head in his fresh white t because he didn't want me to get make-up on it. I made it clear that he was to wear a black shirt on the return flight.
So after a lot of internet searching, finangling with priceline.com, and stalking all the travel websites in search of a reasonable fare (why can't you ever find those super cheap deals when you are actually looking to fly somewhere???) I booked the flight, hotel, and rental car. The only thing left to do was pack and get to the airport.
I wound up booking an historic boutique hotel in the Art Deco district of Miami Beach, called Indian Creek Hotel. I pretty much spent the whole five days trying to figure out if I loved it or hated it. On the one hand, it smelled and felt like I was staying in my grandmother's grandmother's house...but on the other hand, it was super unique and shabby chic rolled up into one beautifully landscaped hotel. The broken elevator, imperfect paint job, and old school bathroom was more than made up for by the beautiful palm trees, colorful flowers, and strategically placed lighting outside the building and around the pool. Our room was painted a pretty aqua color and the furniture was dark mahogany with sleek clean lines. But the walls were sorta stucco feeling...like they felt like somebody plastered but forgot to sand them...Boo said he felt like he was in Havana or somewhere. But the bed just ate us up! We spent way too much time in the bed (and I'm not being fresh) than we should have...it was beyond comfortable.
We had a good time in Mia, however, it wasn't exactly a thrifty vacation. We walked out of every meal feeling like we had just been jacked. Two people, two sandwiches, some fries, and a few beverages never came up to less than $60 and typically ran upwards of $80. Eventually we made use of the Spanish market and Spanish eatery across the street. That place had positively the BEST EMPENADAS I think I've ever had EVER! I had to stop and get two on my way to the airport...as a final hoorah. Our favorite places were Mangoes and Oceans 10. The live bands were really good and the crowds were fun. We danced and had a really good time. Of course the highlight was when the dj at Oceans 10 played Conga by Miami Sound Machine. How can you go to Miami and not get down to some Gloria Estefan!? I love that little lady!
I was pretty surprised that we made it five days together, just us, and we didn't want to break up as soon as the plane landed. But he actually called me after we both went home and told me that he missed me already. Awwwww! I think this one's a keeper ;0)
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