Yesterday morning I found myself in Fort Lauderdale, dining on the boardwalk with my cousin, overlooking the ocean… under a heat lamp.
It was an unexpected turn of cold-er events.
We had tried planning for my visit to South Florida for months and given the fact that I’ve been enduring (complaining) about the Chicago winter for almost as long, I was really looking forward to some 80 degree sun-bathing and PIC (partner-in-crime) – ing with my one and only first cousin.
Family history: cousin and I were born 9 months apart in Kiev, Ukraine. Me first. Her second. Certain personality traits were immediately evident as I struggled to share and she had trouble sitting still. We were a handful right from the start and kept our “village” (two great grandmothers, two grandmas, one grandpa and two sets of parents) on their toes. A few years later, my family moved to the states and hers followed about a year later. We’ve been marching to the beat of our own drummer ever since.
Cut to present day and our brilliantly-planned rendezvous in Florida.
All was going to plan, except for the fact that we overlooked the weather situation when I impulsively booked a flight about three weeks ago and prompted the celebratory phone calls and emails in anticipation of warm-weather antics.
Not surprisingly, we were mildly taken aback (shockingly angry) upon stepping out of the house and finding our beach day to be a balmy 60-ish degrees.
A couple moments of reflection and we were back in the house.
Two cups of tea later we regrouped and laid out plan B. I googled things to do in Fort Lauderdale/Miami while cousin did in-depth research on activity ideas in this month’s Cosmo (apparently dating ideas is applicable in all instances).
Some serious fits of laughter and discussion of ideas later, we were regrouped and ready to tackle the weekend.
After all, 60 is better than 20, the sun was shining and we were still hungry.
The last 48 hours consisted of the following:
- Long walk along the beach (in pants) where we admired those brave enough to jump in
- “Brunch” of tuna fish and veggie sandwiches (where we attempted to procure breakfast items circa 2pm)
- Taking advantage of the “couches” on the veranda of the W Hotel (where we pretended we were guests and enjoyed beautiful views and amenities)
- A visit to the Las Olas Art Fair (where we received unusual bouts of attention with the help of an adorable Pomeranian puppy)
- Mani/Pedi’s at the spa (and some unfair but ultimately hilarious hostility from the manicurist)
- Dinner on the boardwalk in South Beach (complete with two mojitos the size of my head)
- Late night dancing at some Miami night clubs (with new interesting friends and an inspired photo-shoot complete with props found in the Delano hotel lobby)
The last 48 hours did not include beach time, but we made the most of it. We laughed constantly. Caught up on life. Even made some new friends.