I knew today was going to be crazy, and I knew it was a long shot that it would go according to plan. The day started good–normal–as most days usually start.
Abuelita came mid morning to pick up little Diego because I had a friend’s CPA-license-getting-celebration to go to at South Beach. I arrived at the beach in surprisingly good time–not a minute more than a half-hour. Driving down the 836 is ridiculous annoying because that’s just how Miami drivers roll, so that was to be expected–no big deal.
I never realized just how touristy and PACKED 8th and ocean is because I usually go much further down. This place was swarming with Continue reading
