It was our first vacation in 6 years - since the honeymoon to Seattle (minus the overnight baby-moon to northern Ohio). By this I mean the first instance where the Mrs. and I got away. No visiting friends, no visiting family (though did enjoy a rather delightful evening with my sister-in-law), no objectives other than to get away. Well, for me anyway. The Mrs. had to go to work conferences for three days. Oh, and the airline lost our luggage, refused to reimburse us and gave us no timeline for when the luggage would arrive (we spent the first 5+ hrs of the trip looking for places to shop and shopping for clothes and essentials). Call it a vacation then.
But here's the thing about Miami, about the city on the ocean that keeps everything that embodies the ocean away. There are beaches and small streets and massive amounts of sun and breezes. Yet there is no distinctive ocean smell. No quiet serenity of the then ironic crashing of waves. No, Miami is a place wrapped up in itself, not in the place and location it inhabits. Concerned about being the location everyone gets away to then a place to get away to. Thus, a place, by the end, you're not unhappy to leave. We were not unhappy to leave. The time was delightful, relaxing and a welcome respite. But Miami left us restive.
Perhaps it is the type of people we are. People who prefer Seattle to Miami. People who prefer the smell of the ocean to the faint whispers of an ocean odor amongst the collusion of a city on the beach that keeps such things at bay. Yes, Miami, with it's beachfront estates, sunshine and ocean breezes colludes against those of us who only hope to enjoy such things as simple and peaceful as the smell of the ocean and the glow of the sun.
But here's the thing about Miami, about the city on the ocean that keeps everything that embodies the ocean away. There are beaches and small streets and massive amounts of sun and breezes. Yet there is no distinctive ocean smell. No quiet serenity of the then ironic crashing of waves. No, Miami is a place wrapped up in itself, not in the place and location it inhabits. Concerned about being the location everyone gets away to then a place to get away to. Thus, a place, by the end, you're not unhappy to leave. We were not unhappy to leave. The time was delightful, relaxing and a welcome respite. But Miami left us restive.
Perhaps it is the type of people we are. People who prefer Seattle to Miami. People who prefer the smell of the ocean to the faint whispers of an ocean odor amongst the collusion of a city on the beach that keeps such things at bay. Yes, Miami, with it's beachfront estates, sunshine and ocean breezes colludes against those of us who only hope to enjoy such things as simple and peaceful as the smell of the ocean and the glow of the sun.
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Must be nice...
YOu see Don Johnson while you were down there ?
YOu see Don Johnson while you were down there ?
Did you ever get your luggage.
Just think oob would have given you
sunschine,crashing of the waves,smell of the ocean,rain,snow and a nice cool ocean breaze,and a warm 35.Cant beat that
oobm
He didnt see Don Johnson but seeing that they lost there luggage that gave him a reason to go and buy a suit like his.
He dreams of Don everynight. Those long days at the office not knowing what to do he turns to Don for the answers.
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