WHERE THE CIGOYS ARE

Egret in an Everglades mangrove marsh.

We visited the Everglades from every angle – the west side Gulf Coast Visitor Center and its Thousand Islands and marshes, the upper east with the fantastic Shark Valley plains and the lower east’s Flamingo Visitor Center and hurricane-ravaged bays.

Leaving the Everglades behind, we tangled with the vast urban-osity of Miami/Fort Lauderdale.
Someone said that this area is getting 10,000 new residents regularly and I guess they all brought at least two cars, but somehow they left their rules of the road book where they came from.

  • U-turn? There’s no notice necessary for that!
  • In the turn lane? Why waste your blinker, everybody knows what happening.
  • Red light at night? If no one’s crossing my path, why stop?

So we tolerate it because once you hit the beach all is forgiven!
They’re just fantastic!!! One evening we visited the Hollywood Broadwalk just after a huge rainstorm, Bars were drying the seats, a rainbow hovered over the Atlantic, and everybody was out strolling again. A bar buddy at Bunny & Reads Toucan Hideway hearing we were hungry, told us about the Taco Beach Shack close by. We went, It was Two for Tuesday Tacos, and with cool guy Martini and a drummer performing.

Hollywood Beach after a rainstorm.
Martini “Hit me up on Instagram” performing at the Taco Beach Shack.

The day before we visited Miami and Haulover Beach with its sweet warm water and hot sun, plus the deco hotels of South Beach. Next, delicious lunch and great conversation with our Uruguay waiter at a stainless steel diner.

Stainless steel diner in Miami’s South Beach
Miami deco hotel

And then there’s Ft Lauderdale… we walked by the Elbo Room Bar seen in Connie Stevens’ first movie Where The Boys Are, and took the fantastic Carrie B sightseeing cruise through Ft. Lauderdale’s canals, gawking at gazillionaires houses and boats.

Rich person’s house on the canal in Ft. Lauderdale.
On the Carrie B we got chased by a thunderstorm front, disembarking just before the rain dumped big time.
Apparently you haven’t really made it unless your yacht is more than 300 feet long.

OK, maybe the city planners won’t program traffic lights to allow cars to actually move a while here, or haven’t realized that traffic circles don’t need stop lights. But wow they do have the beaches down!