Baby, Why Don't We Go...

Sunset over the Keys

I am a person who needs her beauty sleep. Eight hours (sometimes 8.5) if I really want to be a functional human. And today, I am very much a sub-human. After spending several glorious days in the sun and sand in Miami, I wish I could say that I was now well-rested. Take that back. I was well-rested until I had to get up at 4:50 Eastern time to catch a flight back to the snow. I've been in a daze all day and I'm reminded by my itchy sunburn that not too long ago I was taking naps in the sand with 80 degree temps.

It's back to reality.

I really do think that a vacation to somewhere warm in February or March should be mandatory for all people living in a place that does have a Winter. And now that I will be shortly moving to a place where people from all over the world vacation, I will probably change my mind about that edict. Stay in your snow-covered land, people!

But man, that warm sunshine was splendid. I do think, however, that snorkeling off the coast of Key Largo really was a dream come true. I first visited Miami about 7-8 years ago and wasn't able to make that snorkeling excursion. I'm so glad that I was able to this go-around. The colorful fish! The sharks! The coral! Awesome. Awesome. Awesome.

That's an imitation of a puffer fish. Duh.

Our lunch view that day wasn't too shabby either.

 And the art deco of South Beach almost makes me want to move in. Almost.

Two good traveling companions didn't hurt either.

And now that I think about it, my dazed state could also be due to the amount of delicious food I consumed: Cuban, Haitian (hi goat!), Argentine, French, and Mexican (I've re-decided that states not bordering Mexico almost always fail in the Mexican category) and Shake Shack. I could really go for some more fried green plantains.

I would also think that I would run more frequently if this were the location:

But who am I kidding?