In many ways, Miami surprised me. When I knew I would be spending my summer there, I was excited but not thrilled. I’m the kind of person who likes maneuvering the busy streets of a dense metropolitan city, is used to complicated and faulty public transit, and as long as it is nice outside, doesn’t need much direct contact with sunlight. Latin American food was not one of my favorite cuisines, and I frankly don’t enjoy going to the beach. And I don’t speak a drop of Spanish.
Just like the two-day old leftovers sitting in my fridge right now, this post is kind of overdue and pretty irrelevant at this point – because who cares about Spring Break when it’s the summer already? But Atlanta and NOLA were amazing, Spring Break was dope, and I actually kind of miss school.
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My friend once told me that Wynwood is one of the coolest art neighborhoods in the country. When I think of Miami, I think of the stereotypes – beaches, palm trees, Cuban sandwiches and wild nightlife. (Which tbh are all true) I couldn’t really picture a vibrant art scene fitting into the picture – but let me just say how glad I am to be proven wrong.
I’m a complete slacker, I know. Fall break was a month ago, and I finally managed to roll this out. I miss Italy. My heart aches for homecooked pasta, fresh pizzas, and cannolis. I miss staring down the entire city of Florence from the Dome of Santa Maria Cathedral, listening to live, acoustic music on top of Piazza Michelangelo, and sitting in front of St Peter’s Basilica at the Vatican City because I couldn’t be bothered to line up to get in.
Imagine somewhere above Earth, an artist accidentally spilled his painting palette, splattering colors all over this island of Italy. That’s Venice for you.
I realized that in general, Hong Kongers are obsessed with Japan, and for good reasons.
1. Close proximity. Only 2 hours away by plane, that is negligible time comittment.
2. Toilets with wonderfully weird functions, e.g. auto-warming seats, jets of water to cleanse your butt, fake flushing sounds to *ahem* cover up when you do your big business.
3. Vending machines that are literally everywhere, even more numerous than the number of public trash cans (though, to be fair, Japan is famously known for having very limited amount of public bins in order to discourage people from littering)
Six years ago, I stepped foot in Los Angeles, my first time ever in the U.S. That was still the time when I lumped all the West Coast cities together and thought Seattle, San Francisco, Los Angeles and Las Vegas are all in California. Being the geographically ignorant kid that I was, I’ve come a long way since then, though I’m still not that much better with geography… Continue reading “San Diego & LA – Spring Break Pt. 2”