Here I am in the place where I come let go

I'm vacationing in South Florida for two weeks with Baby Max, splitting time between my hometown (outside of Ft. Lauderdale) and Miami. All the rumors you heard about the people in Miami being the most beautiful in the world and in perfect tan and shape are absolutely true. They are living the dream! Naturally, muscle tees are de rigueur here. My folks have a condo on South Beach overlooking Star Island* and it is seriously amazing! My sister lives in it, just below the PH (yep, as in Penthouse). This is what we wake to:

Boom! Not too shabby.

 

Just like the old days (with the addition of a sick bayside condo) . . . first things first, a Miami Cuban sandwich, then Lincoln Road and old haunts with my mom, dad, sis, Baby Max, of course––and a college girl friend (there were a lot of "Remember when...?") and her adorable two kids. Immersed in the flair that is Miami . . . the beautiful Art Deco architecture . . . dashing under canopied sidewalk cafes for a bite (and relief from the heat) . . . I wanted to remember much, much more of my Miami, but, a 'lil tropical storm churning in the Gulf and Max's unpredictable sleeping kept us in quite a bit . . . there's always next weekend . . .

*See that yellow mansion on the bay in the fourth photo? I'm pretty sure I've been in there before, after a night of partying back during my college days. It was supposedly a friend of a friend's dad's home, but come to think of it in retrospect, we might have been squatting. You never know. It was college. #OnlyInMiami