BY GABRIEL GUZMAN
In 48 hours I conquered the most beautiful city with three of my dear friends. As I sit here and type this article (that will now be recorded in the archives of our friendship), I’m already having withdrawals.
On Thursday morning we grabbed our bags and hopped on a plane to Miami, Florida. As spontaneous as I would love for this trip to sound, it was premeditated. I had an interview Friday morning that would determine where I would spend the next year of my life (if all goes well I’ll have to write a separate blog post regarding that matter).
As we darted through the exit doors to find our Lyft, the humid, tropical atmosphere hit us—and boy did it feel nice.
Palm trees—everywhere. In Georgia we don’t have the pleasure of seeing palm trees every 3 feet, so excuse me if I was fangirling over the flowering plants.
After much small talk with the driver we finally reached our humble abode for the next couple days. It wasn’t the Ritz, but with the ocean only feet away, it was perfect. We immediately dropped our bags, put on our Sunday best, and made our way to the restaurant downstairs.
And there we were, sitting outside, enjoying an ocean-front view with mojitos in one hand, and snapchat in the other. The best mix of Latin music in the background set the tone for what would be the best vacation thus far. Of course I had to have a Cuban sandwich to accompany my mojito, while my friends enjoyed crab cakes, and fried shrimp.
The adrenaline shooting throughout my body wouldn’t allow me to finish my meal. After much anticipation, we made our way to the beach, and it was everything I had imagined. The weather was perfect. You could feel the sun rays bouncing on and off your skin, and the slight tropical breeze that served as a sense of relief from the heat. The ocean felt just right, and in that moment it felt like everything in the world was at peace.
End of day 1
When you’re on vacation it’s almost impossible to sleep in. At least for me that was the case. I woke up before my friends and stared at the ceiling with the biggest smile on my face. I was so happy to finally have met the grand South beach that I’ve only heard of and seen on television.
Day two was arrived, and first things first—food. We had brunch at Puerto Sagua, a Cuban-American inspired restaurant. We hardly had any room on our table. There was a medley of white rice, plantains, chicken, black beans, steak, omelets, and pancakes. A vacation-goer’s dream.
We left brunch for the most important meal of the day, drinks. We made our way over to Wet Willies where we had the most beautiful view of the sea. Shortly after leaving the bar we got ready for a boat party. As we boarded the ship we were greeted with drinks, and appetizers.
We mingled and partied with other tourist while enjoying an open bar. I couldn’t have imagined that the boat ride could get better, but then came the sunset. We watched the sun descend behind the Miami skyline. It was truly a breath-taking scenery.
After three hours of non-stop drinking, laughter, and dancing we were ready to lay down before we began our night. After arriving at our humble abode and relaxing, we got dressed and headed down the street to Mango’s, a café by day, and club by night.
Now, I want you to use your imagination and write the ending to our night, because from this point on, what happened in Miami, stays in Miami.
End of day 2
It had finally arrived, our last morning in Miami. We woke up at 6a.m., and walked down to the beach. Sand underneath our feet, a light yet crisp wind, and the warm ocean water helped set the scene as we watched the sunrise. It was the perfect ending, to a perfect weekend.