There are 6,000,000 people living in Miami and Fort Lauderdale, and I swear every one of them was on the road that Tuesday morning. Traffic was awful. And another thing... Why is it that no one is ever in the lane that he wants to be in? Why must it be that someone else's lane always looks better than "mine"? Why must people constantly swerve from lane to lane? Why did I have to get lost trying to find a back route to the hotel in Miami Beach? <g> Eventually we made it. The Days Inn on 21st is right on the beach. The lobby is meant to look like an outdoor tropical cafe -- very pretty. But the view from our room (our eventual room -- we had to move twice) left a lot to be desired. It seems someone is building a 40-story condo right next to the hotel. Every morning the construction started at 7:30 sharp, and there was no privacy if the curtains were open. The construction workers were maybe 25 feet away (much closer than it looks in the picture -- I was using the wide-angle). We got in early enough to hit the beach for some late afternoon rays. And eat cheeseburgers from a portable kiosk on the beach. Yum, but where was the cheese? This kiosk charged the same for a cheeseburger as a hamburger, and there was apparently a reason for that.... <g>
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