Miami is wild. We did a pub crawl again on Wednesday. The guy who sold it to us was called Reggie and he gave us his ‘business card’ which was his Instagram handle and a picture of him in his underwear on the beach. Interesting.
I got off the plane in Fort Lauderdale and went to passport control. The officer asked a million questions about Jamaica, looked at all of the stamps in my passport then asked “how do you afford to travel so much, what do you do for work?”.
Miami holds a very special place in my heart. It’s where I really put myself out there and learned to go with the flow of life. I had never considered going to Miami before, especially as a solo traveler.