It was actually during my trip to Miami that I decided to start this blog and document my adventures since moving to Binghamton, which is why if it seems like I’m going on several trips in one week it’s really because I’m posting about current events and backlogging at the same time. I mean, yes, I’ve been doing things almost every weekend, but not as many as it may seem. 😛
I went on this trip with my girls around April, when it was already officially spring. I bring this up because it was pretty incredible to me how moody the weather can be around here during that time. It was around 78 degrees F the weekend prior to my trip but the day I flew to Miami the weather was like this:
Which was fine with me because I knew what I had waiting for me in Miami, and I wasn’t disappointed:
My friends flew in a day before me so I met up with them at our hotel. Their reaction to me was priceless. Although it had only been around three months since I saw one friend and one month since I last saw the other, they didn’t recognize me at first. It was kinda like this:
Apparently, in the short amount of time I had spent in real winter, I had turned from this:
Once we all got over my inadvertent transformation, we went up to our room and I got greeted with this wonderful view from our balcony:
I was so happy. Being greeted by that view every morning, hearing the waves crash every night as I fall asleep…it was such a wonderful trip!
And of course, it wouldn’t be a great trip if it didn’t include great food and great drinks!
I would like to thank these two friends in particular for introducing me to the ways of the foodie. If not for them, I would still be walking around, blind, eating food only to sustain rather than enjoying each delectable bite and savoring each meal like it’s my last. I have started a lifelong love affair with food.
Alas, after a little less than a week of laying out by the beach, eating at wonderful places (I highly recommend eating at Pub Belly – that’s where the food collage was taken from), having quite a few cocktails and glasses of wine, and exploring the night life, it was time for us to go back to our respective homes. My friends had an early flight but mine wasn’t until around noon, so I decided to take one last walk along the beach before heading to the airport.
God, it was beautiful. I love my girls. I love my life. Life is beautiful. 🙂