Miami

After we had landed in Miami, we had to wait hours to get to the immigration. And of course, once we said we were unemployed and we were planning to stay for three months, the officer was not so happy about it, so we got a red paper in our passport and had to follow another officer to a police booth. Our names were called, the policemen asked if we were together, if I had kids, and how much money I had, I even had to show a statement, which showed an other address than my documents of course. It was not a nice experience, we were both quite sweating. After meeting Marco, we went for dinner at Calle Ocho, which is the main street of the Cuban quarter. Full of Central American restaurants, music everywhere, most of the people were speaking Spanish only. After dinner, we went to Ocean's Drive, where we went to a pub to celebrate Marco's birthday, and then ended up in a gay club.

On the next day we went to a laundromat, where I was mistaken for an American, and the lady who was trying to help us was very surprised as I started to speak to her in Spanish. In the area everything was Central American, so we basically could buy all the things in the supermarket what we had seen in Columbia. The rest of the day was dedicated for looking for a car, we went to several dealerships, some of them more, some of them less sketchy. Before Marco's birthday dinner, we had a walk in Downtown Miami.

On the third day we met a friend of my mother, who was super cute and invited us for lunch, and then showed us around at some interesting places Miami. She took us to a gated community, with huge mansions, luxurious cars and yachts. We drove around Wynwood, a quarter with many graffitis, Ocean's Drive and the Holocaust Memorial.

Before heading to Key West, we went to the Everglades, and the friend of my mother invited us for dinner to a show cooking restaurant, where the food was amazing and made at our table, so Marco had another birthday dinner.Read more