Miami Beach
Milkshake celebration
21year-old Jorge from Sao Paolo has never before been outside Brazil. Tonight he checked into my room in Miami Beach and we decided to go and celebrate his arrival with real American food at an Oceans Drive restaurant. Enormous hamburgers and thick vanilla milkshakes. And charming boy Jeorge smiled all night looking at the world he had just entered. “It just feels like being in a movie”, he said. “I love America :-)!”
Miami Beach. Is this real…?!
On the white sand of Miami Beach between parasols and sun people. My eyes are blinded by the brightness of an airy white summer dress passing in front of me. Superfit stomachs. Perfect bikini bodies. And an overweight American couple on a way-to-small blanket. Somewhere in the distance the 80es hit Girls just wanna have fun is playing, and right behind me two girls are in passionate discussion on foundation and makeup. The flag on the lifeguard tower is green. There is no danger.
In a local museum showing design artifacts from history. I am smiling looking at fortune weights, old gas kitchens and war posters. This is so true! Objects are expressions of human ideas, and they change the way we live. What man makes, makes man. I scan the museum shop books on designing a better world while drinking expensive coffee.
At a Jazz hostel party in a relaxing nnight atmosphere. Cheap vodka juice and a black hustler employee hitting on every blond girl there. My interesting talk with a civilized guy from Boston is drowned by the Dutch guy changing subject. “By the way, do you know the Gaia theory?!”
The land of freedom
I am writing these lines slightly boozed from the last hours of drinking the Jazz Juice that is served free (!?) tonight at the hostel terrace. I really planned to share some very interesting observations on the shallowness of the no-worries-beach-shopping-looking-hot life in Miami (it really is!!!), but apparently the hostel crew has been veeeery generous with the amount of vodka in my juice (ahm) – so… you will have to wait until tomorrow. But… think of an episode of Baywatch and you have the setting.
Instead here is just a quick alcohol observation for everyone (including parents) – freshly brought to you from the land of freedom;
Party night at Miami Beach, Florida
The clock has turned midnight and I am sitting in a jazzy dark hostel lobby. The place really looks more like a crowded nightclub with lound pop music and party-red walls. Beerdrinking post high school youngsters from all over the world are spread in the sofas around me, and I am thinking this might be the closest I will ever come to travelling with Danish partyagency UNG REJS… However, I actually feel great and relaxed here, and now the boy next to me starts speaking Norwegian.
Just a few hours ago I arrived with LA560 from Caracas. Transporting myself fro mthe airport to Miami Beach, I realized how huge a relief it was being able to ask talk to people again. WOOO, YOU UNDERSTAND ME, I almost cried out to the streetsman awnsered my direction-question. YES!
And now I should put down the computer and get into the game 🙂