Advertisement
Published: April 21st 2012
Edit Blog Post
The beautiful beach
across from our hotel To get T’s excellent perspective for one of these entries I told her I’d write up whatever she wanted to say, so I called her up and this is what she said I should tell you about:
T:
We have to talk about that dude on the Segway. No need – we took photos. But what is the deal with all the Segways? It was like South Beach had a case of wheeled, electric crabs.
T:
The divas there, the drag queens, they were awesome. They *were* awesome and performed on the sidewalk for all to enjoy and may even have fabulously wandered into the street (and literally stopped traffic). Ah-mah-zahng.
T:
The strip itself, our hotel, Al Pacino. The strip was very neon-y and every restaurant had tables on the sidewalk. Also quite inexplicably for such a southern locale they all had enormous space heaters releasing waves of heat that had the intensity of a solar flare. Apparently there is a minimum acceptable heat level in South Beach that hovers somewhere between “why is my back so sweaty?” and “I feel like a rotisserie chicken”. Our hotel was the Beacon Hotel right in the middle of the
strip (they LOVE orange). Part of the hotel was used in the movie Scarface. It very ably met our cuteness and good location criteria.
T:
The garden, and...I forget what else we saw. We actually saw a bunch more stuff like Vizcaya (a fancy place where rich folk used to live), passed through Coconut Grove and Coral Gables (yawn, yawn
2) and Little Havana (ah, much better). We strolled along the beach, did some general enjoying of palm trees and the requisite wandering around.
T:
But people definitely have to stay on the strip if they go. It’s the place to be.
You have your instructions. So shall you obey.
T:
Oh – we did the walk thing too, the walk in the book. I liked that.
The “book” is the DK Eyewitness Travel Guide. We love these little books. First discovered well over a decade ago while awash in the medieval glory of Portugal, I’ve procured one of this little beauties for every place (if available) that I’ve visited. They have great little suggested walking routes, 3D renderings of certain locations (so much easier to get aboot when you know where the walls are) and make a
fine souvenir since they have tons of great photos. Recommendations on what to see have without exception been excellent, but to pick a hotel or restaurant I usually prefer recommendations from people I know or Tripadvisor. The ones in the book can be just fine, but there has been the occasional “for serious?” moment. Witness: an historic hotel in Madrid that was converted from brothel. No matter how many times they may have spruced that place up, you apparently can’t ever get rid of that hooker-y vibe. I refused to touch the bed spread.
T:
I think that was it.
She is correct. That was it.
Next up: Brace yourself!
Advertisement
Tot: 0.269s; Tpl: 0.012s; cc: 7; qc: 46; dbt: 0.0652s; 1; m:domysql w:travelblog (10.17.0.13); sld: 1;
; mem: 1.1mb