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Published: March 7th 2011
Sea Gulls Hovering Over
They came for the guava danishes!Aminta and I landed in Miamia at 5:30am. We'd survived the red-eye flight, but neither of us got as much rest as we'd hoped. Our spirits picked up, however, when we stepped outside the airport and breathed in the warm, humid air.
Stasa picked us up. She was thrilled to see us, and the excitement was contagious, but she was also suffering from a lack of shut eye. We immediately began conversing at a million words a minute, and the talk didn't stop until we pulled into a gas station. I felt clueless when both Aminta and Stasa exited the car (what, does it take two people to pump gas?). They informed me that the gas station is where you get your Cuban coffee. Skeptical, I followed them into the small convienence store. Sure enough, the clerk had a pastry case and a coffee menu board behind him. Stasa ordered us three cafe con leches and guava-cheese danishes in rapid Spanish.
We took our coffee and paper-wrapped pastries with us to South Beach to watch the sunrise. It was nearly deserted. We found a spot on the sand, sat down, and dug cup holders for our cafe con leches.
The horizon was pink with the anticipating sunrise. The wind whipped our long hair around our heads, causing tangles and forcing us to use our sticky fingers to pull it back. The sea gulls soon spotted us and flew (or, rather, hovered) above our heads. They wanted our danishes. It was incredible to be so close to the birds (we could have reached up and touched them), but I also worried that one would soon relieve itself on us. We took shelter on the empty lifeguard tower.
The sky continued to brighten, and a few more beach-combers trickled in. There were some young men who came to feed the gulls, and there were older men who began metal-detecting. Another man arrived with a board and something that looked like a parachute. Stasa explained that he was a kite-surfer and was drawn to the beach because of the windy morning. The sport looked tough. Cables connected the man to his large kite, which caught the wind and pulled him like a jet ski. Meanwhile, he rode the waves like a surfer.
The sun rose bright and yellow in the sky. A light drizzle arrived with the sun, pushing us
Waiting for the Sunrise
It's bright and a little pink, but still no sun. We made it in time! to seek entertainment elsewhere, and created a rainbow over the city.
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