Miami

Yes, I'm aware that I've not been around for a while and I'm sorry. I didn't have Internet in Miami.

What a crazy place by the way. It was so incredibly hot the night I arrived and everyone was in their MTV-style swimming suit. I've never seen so many blonde girls and beach boys before in my life. It was downright mad! And the beach... wow! The ocean is so freakily bright blue that I would've sworn it was photoshopped if I hadn't seen it myself.

Anyway, on the first day I spent it all in South Beach where I took some pictures of Versace's old mansion, checked out Lincoln Road Mall, got a rose made of leaves from some guy, heard a lot of really bad pick-up lines, thanked Sam a million times in my head for my new haircut that spared me for a lot of torturous heat, walked along the stunning beach, walked along the ridiculous Miami-ish Ocean Drive and got a feel for the craziness. If American cities were a type of music, Miami would be a constant dance beat. Oh, wait a second, it was. Every single store had it blasted through their doors.

The second day I followed a lot of the advice Sam had written down for me. I went downtown and went to the Art Museum for free because I cheated my way in (don't tell anyone) and then sat by the Bayfront to eat the lunch that I had bought at an Indian place called Raja's (another suggestion from the girl from Tallahassee). It was so peaceful.

But you can't spend all day downtown where everyone seemed so hectic, so I went back to South Beach and wrote and wrote and wrote some more on Freckles that I had painfully neglected the day before.

And now I'm in Gainesville after a ten hour stretch in the Greyhound. I even got myself a very specific, handwritten map that I'll try and follow tomorrow. And then I'll write you guys again. I hope not to stay away from a computer for this long again. It sucks.