Pine Tree Park

After a good 12 hours kip and Eva's 15 hours we met up at Soho House ready to embark upon the next leg of our journey to Miami.

We checked out of the hotel and thanked Elijah for his wonderful hospitality and informing him that there may be a few packages being delivered to me to collect on our return journey.

I always know if it has been raining in France, where Fiona spends a lot of time, as I end up with lots of packages from eBay. For some reason Fiona seems to have this compulsion to shop, even when the shops are not open, so I have packages following me all over the world. It wouldn't surprise when I return back to my office in Blueberry Wave that it will resemble a Royal Mail sorting office...I pray for sunshine and Eva not to copy.

We are flying from La Guardia and Eva can't understand why we now have to queue for our check in. I explained to her that not all of the holiday is going to be first class travel.

To say the seats are a bit cramped is an understatement. The lady in front of me with dyed red hair who was follicly challenged almost end up in my lap when her seat reclined. I could have given her a head massage. Never mind only a four hour flight.

Time soon passed as I was able to write some of this blog, much to Eva's enjoyment, as she said I looked like a dinosaur with short arms as I attempted to type in a cramped space.

We were an hour late but we're just a short hop to Soho Beach House and arrived at just after 19:00

A quick change and a cheeky Grey Goose vodka from the mi I bar we headed out for something to eat. We asked the front desk to book us a restaurant where the locals dine. However you can't book where they recommended and we were told it was a bit rustic.

None the less our intrepid adventurers headed away from Miami Beach down into Miami. A suppose rustic it was. You climb up a flight of stairs into what looks like a bar and then outside on the terrace are the high tables overlooking a river.

A marvellous fish restaurant called Garcia's Seafood Grille and Fish Restaurant.

We ordered some grilled squid, octopus and prawns and a couple of glasses of Chardonnay. I explained that Eva was only 17 but technically as she was with a responsible adult (the waiter looked around) she could have a glass...he disagreed but gave up. Absolutely delightful food.

The owner, Juan Garcia, introduced himself after we had eaten and insisted on us trying on the house, another glass of wine, the best Mohitos in Miami and another 6 grilled prawns.

Juan was from Peru and when he was a younger man his parents had sent him away from Peru to avoid the civil war with little else than a smile. He ended up in Miami and worked on the fishing boats to then eventually set up his own establishment. What a lovely man. He does look a bit worried in the photo.

After find farewells and a promise to return we then Ubered our way back to Soho Beach House, a cheeky night cap and off to bed.Read more