I must admit every time I go to Miami it takes me hours of preparation. It is at least an hour driving, I need to take my cameras or whatever I need, check the schedule (so I can try to ride before or after traffic) and among other things check that my kids are safe and taken care off in case I don’t make it back in time. Es como hacer turismo de aventura, uno sabe cuándo sale, pero nunca cuando regresa.
That day I left early in the morning and arrived to Miami after an hour or so, as soon as I got off I-95 me puse de pésimo humor. The thousands of street constructions overwhelm me, the unfriendliness of the people disconcerts me and the lack of space honestly, leaves me gasping for vital air. So as I’m literally driving in circles trough the same three streets without arriving anywhere (ojo tengo GPS), it hits me: WOW, nunca me lo hubiera imaginado, pero soy de pueblo pues!
I have no words to describe the chaos of my day, cultural shock at its best, but I will try:
- When I finally made it to the store where the event was I noticed that there’s no parking. Mentira, there was one resemblance of a parking, a dirty road with an hombrecito watching the cars. Es en serio? Me parece hasta sospechoso pero bueeee. Proceed to the route, as per Siri would say and I ask the hombrecito: Sir please how much is it to park the car here? He replies: son $12, pero para ti mi reina $5. NO GRACIAS, plus I have no cash. Gafo.
- En mi pueblo, the streets are big, the parking lots are closed, we use tickets and… if there is an hombrecito cuidando at least he looks at you while he talks, maleducado. Well, guess what my friends…I ended up parking with the hombrecito, y de paso tuve que pedir prestado $5 para poder salir del estacionamiento. Epic fail.
- I needed a glass of wine ASAP.I had a lunch meeting two streets down the road and then I was headed home, menos mal. Who knew that two streets down meant 45 min stuck in traffic.
- I sat down with my friend, had my wine, nice talk, great food and couldn’t help but notice that not one person talked English around me, including us. We latinos are invading every available space there is, is that a good or a bad thing?
- Men in Miami have no boundaries, una cosa loca. They think you don’t see them or what? Mujeres en Miami, mosca pues…
- I was headed home (the best part of my day) driving 95 N and radio blasting Chino y Nacho when suddenly I see a white car parked in the express lane, yes amigos parked.
I was hit from behind by a distracted driver (if you follow me on snapchat you probably know it and lived it with me), nothing happened thank God, and NO… it was not my fault. In the three hours that I had to wait for the police to clear the car crash I had time to reflect on the differences between north and south Florida.
Life seems to be so…disrespected, so fast, so short, so “latino” down there and one more time I confirmed one of the reasons I moved to the United States in search of a better life. I cherish that I am able to travel for work and come back to my beautiful Boca Raton where I live, write and my kids have more of what seems to be the american way of living, sin embargo nunca olvidando la parte bonita de mi cultura latina.
I love the fact that I have both cultures and that will always make me bilingual and loving it.
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