There is nothing quite like sipping a glass of Pinot Grigio on the beach in Miami. First of all, your beach chair must, at all times, face South. The ocean is always to your left and a tall wall of white condos and hotels separates you from the rest of the world, to your right. That is the Miami mise-en-scene. In the space between the ocean and the row of beachfront condos, are a string of memories filled with beach days, afternoon naps, secret conversations and copious bags of potato chips.
And Zumba classes, apparently. This time around, I enrolled in a back-to-back double feature. Abs and Stretch (which was everything but abs and stretch lol; one word: THE STEP) and a high-impact Zumba class. Before I knew it, I was sweating from my butt crack, cued by two whistles every 30 seconds to signal a change in choreography. From the old faithful Grapevine to a move that can only be described as “Blood on the Dance Floor,” we danced our hearts out.
I say “we” because me and the 70-year-old ladies dressed in lace bodysuits, full makeup, and little ribbons in their hair (it must be a micro-trend of the Floridian retirement subculture), were having the time of our lives. I even got a solo when the instructor held up an imaginary mic to my face in the middle of a salsa banger and let me belt out the refrain with all my might. I didn’t know the words. I just sang “Mi corazon, Bailamos!!!!!! Te quiero!!! Mi vida!” And he loved it. I think.
But that’s the beauty of Miami. Or at least the snowbird scene – everyone is there to have a good time and forget the windchill. And if you’re lucky, get a few verses of a Shakira song in.
We Need to Talk…
Do you have a place in the world that you visit often, so much so it becomes a little routine in your life forming a string of special memories that sort of melt into one? I’d love to hear some of your travel rituals! Leave me a comment and let’s chat!
Miami Travel Diary Photos!