Beneath the Palm Trees of the Magic City - Dear America
Dear America, I've been away for a few days. Did you miss me? Don't think for one second that I've been giving you the cold shoulder! I've merely been on vacation taking in the wonderful sights and sounds of an American summer breaking free from the shackles of a pandemic. For the majority of my life, I've always considered my heart to be in New York City , but my soul will always belong to Miami. Maybe it was a bit too much Miami Vice , but Magic City has always spoken to me on a deep level. It's a land of beauty, neon lights, sunshine, and some of the best damn coffee you'll ever have ( uno cortadito, por favor! ). In every sense of the phrase, it is my holy land, and I had always regretted not having actually ever been there. Last week, I finally made the pilgrimage to my promised land and it certainly didn't disappoint. The smell of the ocean mixed with the scent of good food and cigars, while the pastel colored buildings stood like bright towers. T...