Miami Beach is a lot of fun. However, it is also exhausting and expensive. Occasionally, it’s nice to get away from the beach and venture out to other areas of Miami. This city is incredibly diverse and active, so there’s never a shortage of new things to do. In fact, I often feel slightly guilty when I choose to keep my bum firmly planted on my couch for an entire night.
A few weeks ago, I decided to explore Little Havana. As the name gives away, Little Havana is an area of Miami with a large Cuban influence. This influence most notably shows up in the cuisine. I happen to like food, and seeing that it was lunchtime, I pulled into La Camaronera to test out the fare. The restaurant is tucked away in a strip mall and features no seats. You simply find yourself a spot at the bar, order your food, and stand to eat. While this restaurant has been featured on numerous television shows, the locals still flock here for the fresh seafood. The influx of tourists and outsiders has not scared the original crowd away, which I believe is a sign of a truly good dining establishment.
While I was there, I tried shrimp empanadas, fried lobster, and the fish sandwich. The sandwich was the standout for me. The fresh filet was hugged by an absolutely delicious white bun. You can also check out the fresh catches at the market area of the restaurant and have the chefs cook your selection to your specifications. I did not know this was an option, until a friendly regular enlightened me. By that point, I was already full, to say the least.
Following lunch, I drove a bit further into Little Havana and stopped by a small market. After checking out the produce and food selection, I picked up a coconut and headed back to the beach: a completely different world only miles away.
This latest road trip came to a conclusion in Miami, Florida. I originally planned to stay in the city for just a few weeks to help my dad set up charters on his boat, but alas, I am writing this post from the balcony of my summer apartment. Along those same lines, excuse me in advance if this little write-up ends abruptly as my internal temperature reaches a nice well-done before I have time to say anything truly profound.
I never really saw myself as a Miami person (I still don’t), but so far, I’ve found a nice little niche on the beach. While there are some crazy folks in this city (hello, face-eating zombie), I happened to stumble into a fun group of relatively normal Miami Beach-dwellers, which is good, because I happen to enjoy owning a face. On most days.
I spent the first few months of this extended stay living on a 48-ft. boat in the Miami Beach Marina. This was perfect, because I was surrounded by mostly transient boater-types. I’m rather transient myself, so we all immediately had something to bond over. Like not having a home. However, I do own a car and girl parts, so my popularity rapidly increased. Good for me.
Living on a boat is great, except the days tend to blend together. You realize this when you wake up encrusted in a layer of salt and your phone says it’s the next month. Because of the time traveling involved in boat life, apartment life is currently consisting of work. Lots of work. More precisely, lots of letting clients know I’m, in fact, still alive. So, hey guys, I’m alive. I’m living in Miami Beach. I’m still not tan. Cool.