Friday, April 10, 2009
Bienvenido a Miami!
I'm back, Meltingpot Readers.
El esposo and I just spent a few days in Miami to celebrate 10 years of togetherness. It was so great that esposo wants to move to Miami. Why? Because during the four days that we were there, he never once had to speak English.
Now, el esposo speaks English perfectly well. So well, in fact, he can beat me easily at Scrabble. He loves speaking English, but as he said, being in Miami felt like home. We found a lovely dive in South Beach where we ate arroz con pollo y platanos, lovingly prepared by a Nicaraguan woman who called my husband "papi" when she served his plate.
It wasn't like New York, where all languages are equal. Miami felt like something different. Even I felt it. I felt like the odd ball out with my annoying American accent. I wanted to fit in so I stopped speaking English too. I luxuriated in the balmy weather, the lush vegetation and the riot of tropical colors dotting the landscape. Even the geckos on the hotel walls were colorful. I felt like I could loose myself in Miami.
So I loved Miami too. I loved this place that was Spanish before it was "American." But I don't want to move there. I don't like hurricanes all that much. But Miami has invaded el esposo's thoughts like a sensuous woman. Poor Philly can't compare.
Have you ever felt like that after visiting a specific city? Did you pack up and move there? Was it everything you expected and hoped for? Do tell. Ragazza, are you reading this?