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Somewhere in between the Orlando-ish area of Florida and Miami, Nic became a grandad. In true form for Nic and his family, his grandson was born on Pii day. I guess science and math run in the blood.
He also found out that he likely did not have a job anymore. The Federal government has been hacking away at jobs, and Nic's has been a casualty of those cuts.
Life is bitter-sweet.
Our Airbnb in Little Havana, in Miami was very cute. I tried to snap a few photos to capture its vibe.
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March 15th dawned early with an Uber driver ready to escort us to downtown Miami, where we (read Paddy and Catroina) booked us a tour of Miami. Our Uber driver gave us the lowdown on Miami:
There are no homeless people in Miami because President Trump sent them to all of the Blue States. Florida is great, it is even greater because of Trump, and because of no homeless. Uber Driver also told us that all Irish and Scottish people look alike. He can't tell them apart because they are all white and talk funny. Mr. Uber Driver would also like all concert goers to go elsewhere. They are dirty and loud - no the kind of people Florida wants.
It was an intense conversation. It definitely made an impression.
Thankfully, Mr. Uber Driver was soon replaced with our tour guides, Alex and Chanti. They pointed us to the boat where we saw a lot of the Miami skyline, and a lot of cruise ships, and even more rich people's houses.
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The weather was perfect - like absolutely, completely perfect. Not hot, not cold, not breezy - perfect. Nic tried to turn on a water tap to lure manatees over, but we dissuaded him.
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After a quick and delicious lunch, we hopped in the van with Alex and he drove us all around Miami. I took a little nap, and we saw lots of fancy things.
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Catroina and I are really working on taking good pictures in the style of Helen.
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Miami Beach was on the list, but there was some fancy thing happening there, so we only had a brief pause there to admire the creative lifeguard stations.
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My favorite part of the tour was the Wynwood neighborhood. There was so much beautiful street art there, it was hard to even believe. Alex, the tour guide, is friends with the owner of this establishment, which used to be/is a film studio or something? Anyway, we got a little tour. It was a fun little place.
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Meet Alex, he has a tattoo that matches the mural.
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While I thought this little stop was pretty cool, I definitely hope that the owner of this little spot goes on ahead and invests in some therapy. He definitely has some issues with women. That is all I am going to say about that.
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Our tour wrapped up in Little Havana, and Alex kindly dropped us back at home, after, of course, we took a peak around town. Little Havana is a lot littler than I had expected. I really wanted several more streets of it. But, you take what you can get.
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The Domino Club was my highlight. Catroina had many admirers in here. If Paddy gets tired of her, I know there is a line of takers here.
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Nic perused the cigars. He doesn't smoke, and can't drink, but likes to pretend he has vices.
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We ended the night in La Trova, an amazing restaurant and home to this fantastic Salsa band.
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Speaking of vices. Choices were made. Not all of them were good on my part, especially considering I had my first race since I broke my hip the next morning.
I will defend them by saying they felt good at the time.
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After our tour we enjoyed a wonderful dinner, and some amazing Salsa music. Paddy and Catroina are amazing at finding the best spots to see. I don't think Nic and I would have seen half of what we
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