Miami, Mojitos andand Miguel…

Miami beach: sun, sea and sex. Exactly what it says on the tin.

I came here on a whim because I had a week off work. I’ve always toyed with the idea of solo travel but never had the balls to do it.
And then you hit your quarter-life crisis.

We’re on day two. I spent the first getting to know the area, ordering greasy take out and eating it in the hotel room like some saddo. This morning I threw on the skimpiest bikini I could find and headed to the beach for sunrise. It’s been a day and already the tan lines are beginning to make an appearance. I’m surprised my skin hasn’t turned lobster red. Seattle girl like me, skin as white as the moon, I thought I’d be burned to a crisp by now.

The sun out here really does kiss the skin.

And Miami men… damn. You read about them. See them on the cover of Vogue and Cosmopolitan and think ‘surely these men can’t be real.’ But they are, and they’re here during sunrise getting in an early run. Stretching. Going for a morning dip.