04.05.2015 - 06.05.2015
When we booked our flights a few months ago, we had no intention of visiting Miami; we were headed straight for the exotic-sounding Nicaragua, which we knew next to nothing about. However, a short stopover in Miami was necessary, so after some research and asking around, we decided we'd spend our time in South Beach, or SoBe, as the cool people like us (ahem) call it. This was mostly because we thought we'd fit right in with our tanned, toned model-like bodies, and our penchant for glitz and glamour. Yep.
Anyway, we thought South Beach would be a fun place to start our adventure, and it didn't let us down. We arrived at the hotel late evening, and were swiftly provided with a glass of prosecco each, which added nicely to the jetlag and numerous valium and double gins we (okay, I) had sunk on the plane. We drank our prosecco lying on hammocks on the hotel's roof terrace, which overlooked the Miami City Ballet. ¡Bienvenidos a Miami! as Will Smith would say (told you I was cool).
The next day we explored the Art Deco district, drank in the News Café, and marvelled at the neon-lit hotel exteriors along Ocean Drive. As it was raining most of the day (we're good at taking bad weather wherever we go; I managed to spend two weeks in a cold and rainy Australia a few years ago), beach time was restricted to a quick walk, but it felt nice to be by the sea.
Now, on to Nicaragua, where the real adventure begins.