Therese and I said goodbye to Jake and Valentina at the pier in Miami, and then hopped back into the limo to head to South Beach. We were ready for a week of fun and hopefully warm weather to relax and let memories of cold dreary New York melt away...
The weather would turn out to be unseasonably cold for Miami to start out the week, but warm up nicely as the week went on.
And Therese and I had lots of fun. We went to see a couple of movies - Black Swan (disturbing!) and King's Speech (delightful!). We missed the Bass Museum of Art, but spent nice afternoons at two other area attractions, the Wolfsonian Museum (nice art deco media) and the Vizcaya Mansion (balmy day, nice gardens and amazing house!). And of course, we ate and drank well - had dinner twice at Alma de Cuba, a wonderful Latin fusion restaurant just down the street from our hotel, also had some good German food (and beer) on Lincoln Road, and sampled local fare at places like David's Cafe.
We also got out a bit and visited some friends and I got to smoke some cigars. First on Tuesday we bused it to Calle Ocho and I got a Padilla Cazadores, and we had our first taste of Cuban coffee. Then on Wednesday Maria Martin from Camacho picked us up and took us to lunch at Cuban Crafters with Berta Bravo, more Cuban coffee, and Berta and I smoked Medina 1959 Churchills. Then finally on Friday we taxied out to Hollywood to meet up with Ana Cuenca at Cuenca Cigars where we drank more Cuban coffee once again! and I smoked a Brickhouse Mighty Mighty.
After returning from Cuenca's, we spent New Year's Eve having dinner at Alma de Cuba and then watched the beach fireworks from our hotel room window. It was another balmy evening, and we heard people frollicking on the street until the wee hours of the new year.
Saturday the first of January we walked down toward the beach and made our way to News Cafe for a nice New Year brunch. Things had finally warmed up into the mid 70s, and everyone was out looking hung over but happy. We got the perfect table, on the porch facing the street, and happily gobbled up our delicious food washed down with more Cuban coffee. We didn't want to leave!
Flying back to New York first class helped a bit to soften the blow of the end of our vacation. Back to the snow, and the cold, and work. Oh well! Now it's time to plan the next vacation!
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