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.
Love my city!
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
As I walk out of my apartment, I glance at my watch–only 2 minutes behind. I walk through the humidity, jump into my shiny red beetle, and blast the AC (because even at 7am in South Florida it’s disgustingly hot).
I’m on the phone when suddenly I hear this thunderous sound which startles me to the point that my iPhone flies out of my hand and onto the floor by my feet. A motorcycle zooming by. Gets me Every. Single. Time!
Luckily (well, actually un-luckily) I’m in traffic that has Kendall Drive looking like a parking lot, so I don’t have much trouble getting my phone back. As I finished up my daily phone calls, I start thinking about what to do next. Continue reading