Our second day in Miami… KC and I will be writing with some of the baddest songwriters in the Latin music world over the next few days, but this weekend is all about soaking up the vibe of Miami. I always forget what real humidity feels like, especially combined with tropical sunshine. Yesterday I lasted longer walking around in that kind of heat than I usually do, but knowing our limits as white boys in the sun, we didn’t hit the beach until some clouds rolled in… which gave us the whole ocean to ourselves. Everone else cleared out in about 30 seconds – and got soaked anyway of course. So we just embraced it and jumped in the water.
I had a laugh when I thought about how opposite this is to Portland in every way: in Portland everyone has layers of clothing (usually involving fleece), in Miami they go as naked as possible (or just naked). In Portland the rain starts in November and doesn’t really stop until May (or June or July), and here it comes in sudden blasts and everyone runs for cover.
I’m ready to get out of the tourist area now and see some real neighborhoods, eat some Cuban food and hear some music.