Calgary to Houston was the first leg of the journey, which was a rather bumpy flight. A short layover in the George Bush Intercontinental Airport and off we were to Florida. Surprisingly, taking off from Houston, there was thick forest as far as I could see in either direction. Just expected all of Texas to be desert I guess.
As the 1998 single from Will Smith proclaims "Welcome to Miami."
Took a tram over to the rental car place and got our full size Volkswagen Jetta. A fine specimen of automobile for this adventure. GPS on and tunes cranked, we rolled down to South Beach. It appears that South Beach is in fact a moniker for the area in that it is south of Miami and a beach, but the proper name for the peninsula we now inhabit is Miami Beach.
Got to our very old school art deco hotel entitled Greenview and checked in. Behind the front desk they still have the old style cubby holes for each physical room key, which you can leace back a the desk when you go out and about.
We strolled next door and booked a tour for tomorrow then headed down the main drag of Washington Ave. to find some grub.
Settled on a kitschy Cuban place called Havana 1957 and had some Cuban food (which seemed to be like bland Mexican food, but luckily there was hot sauce) and traditional drinks of these fine people (sangria and cuba libres...).
Once finished, we walked to the beachfront Ocean Ave. and toured down it. It was quite busy with tourists of all sorts mixed in with suuuuper sketchy locals (like face tattoo levels of sketchy). No clubs or pubs along this whole stretch of many blocks though; all little restaurants that also put tables on the sidewalk. Different than what I had been led to believe South Beach was like (mostly from CSI Miami, mind you). So we got double beer-garitas (head sized margarita with two corona bottles stuck into it. Crushed one of those each and stumbled back to the hotel, thus ending the night.
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