After all, it was just a week; not even a week – 6 days, really. And it fit in so much. (contain multitudes, yes).
I flew two airlines. I lived in 2 distinctly different accommodations. I swam in delightful pools-in-the-skies – and in the Atlantic. I spoke with Northern people (tourists) and Southern people (locals). Ate Cuban, Thai, American, Argentinian, French and “fusion-cuisine” food. I drank mojitos (in variation) and local coffee (in shots). Walking streets of Miami I was unexpectedly transported to place of my childhood and youth in a city-resort on Azov – very different and still strangely similar at the same time. I filled my eyes with bright sun, gorgeous colors, triumphal architecture – and observed [disgustedly] prehistoric spiky spines of the”gators” in the Everglades. I laughed (often) and cried (last sleepless night). All of it – in the word: Miami.
I can compare and contrast, extensively. Traveling sharpens the senses, refreshes appetite for life. Pushes “restart” button.
Which topic interests you? Do you even want me to talk, on any of them? I feel tingly, like my newly-browned sea-salted skin.