 After arriving in Ft. Lauderdale, the thirty minute drive to Miami allowed us to shake off being tired and get ready for a full day of fun, despite it being 8:00 in the morning (5:00 Arizona time).
Inspired by Bob Villa's ("This Old House" and "Home Again") tour of the Art Deco district in Miami, Greg had longed to stay there. Of course his interest in the area was purely architecual, and not at all influenced by the young beach babes who inhabited the area! An Internet search led us to make reservations at the Waldorf Towers. Brightly colored and sporting a light house on top, we thought this would be fun. We had reserved a room with two queen beds, but upon arrival, were given a room with two twin beds. After relocating to another room, the same situation occurred. The desk clerk finally admitted he had given our room away because the person before us had decided to stay an extra night. After lengthy negotiations with the reluctant desk clerk, Susan worked her magic. We finally got our room--now an ocean-front, penthouse suit, on the corner of the building just under the light house, for the price of a basic room, of course. |
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Though we were excited to be on the trip, sickness had plagued the family before our departure and seemed to be creeping into our trip as well. By Saturday evening, Brooklyn was getting over her week-long sickness, but Greg noticed his ear had not popped since the flight from Arizona. Miami must simply jinx us with medical emergencies as we have yet to make a trip there when we haven't had to call our doctor back home. After we called our doctor, we headed to Walgreen's where we stocked up on medicine and began to pray for results. We knew if Greg's ear wasn't better by morning, it was bothering him enough that we would probably be in the emergency room. |
 Not letting our spirits get down, we returned to the hotel where we had a spectacular view of Miami Beach and all of the activities --rollerblading, volleyball, weight training, eating and suntanning. We decided to go to the beach to watch the sunset to end our evening. |
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 While at the beach, we watched the funniest two dogs play in the sand and run from the waves. Greg thought, "What else could these dogs need in life." |
The beach-front boulevard was fun to walk through as it was full of unique little sidewalk cafes, but we couldn't resist one of our favorites, Johnny Rocket's. Preston, now old enough to take pictures of us, is more than glad to take our picture, but we think he was more interested in getting a picture of the motorcycle.
Brooklyn and Preston spent their time playing in the waves. The water was cold, but fun for the kids. We watched Carnival's Imagination leave the port and sail towards the Western Caribbean knowing that we would be on the Paradise just twenty four hours from then.The night was an experience not to forget. Susan came to the conclusion that Miami does not shut down after 1:00 in the morning. Being on Miami Beach meant "Party" all night long. We think that the last yelling and partying stopped around 6:00 in the morning. The Art Deco experience was definitely good, but obviously one for a young adult crowd during this spring break time.
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