Let’s face it, Paris’ gloomy, moody weather gets old after a week. There’s no place like Miami where blue skies and sunshine make every day look like a holiday.
Crispy breaded croquetas, pastelitos, and Cuban sandwiches are just a few favorites you’ll be missing. Where else has an endless array of Cuban bakeries to satisfy those cravings?
Miamians don’t care if you’re wearing bedazzled five-inch heels to the park or neon shirts to a funeral—heck, you can dress like a pirate, and no one will notice a difference. You’re free to be you here—as non-fashionable as that is.
Miamians complain about other Miamians, but if you take a trip to Russia or even New York City, you’ll start seeing Miami natives as sweet, loving, huggable teddy bears. Locals here are open-minded, friendly and always up for a good joke—except during traffic jams.
Surely you didn’t think you’d miss the traffic, but there you are squished like a sardine in a subway with hundreds of other subway users struggling to find an empty spot with oxygen. You may have hated being stuck bumper to bumper on the expressway, but you got to check your emails and do your makeup.
The area code is also coffee break time—a time when you used to swing by a local ventanita to order your strong cafecito.
Forgot something at the supermarket? That’s cool. All you had to do was wait at any red light for a local fruit vendor to pass by with his collection of papayas, mangos, melons, and bananas.
Speaking and understanding Spanglish was a cultural bond you shared with your fellow Miamians. Who else will understand “Estoy full”?
You probably hated roughing it up in your apartment without electricity, but you’ll miss the secretly bonding moment you experience with your fellow neighbors during hurricane preparation. While queuing for plywood at Home Depot or water at Publix, the fear and unadmitted excitement of having some real entertainment bring the city together. “Hunker down” are magic words.
Surely other places have many, many more farms than Miami, but who else makes the best cinnamon rolls? You’ll miss the drive to Homestead to stand in a two-hour line for a taste of these decadent gooey goodies. Your friend probably posted a photo of this on Facebook, and it totally broke you. (Take this as a sign, and move back!)