Today we bid farewell to Andrewâ€™s colleagues and the city of Miami. Andrew ate his last steak, I had my last swim, and then we boarded the British Airways flight back to reality. It had been the most incredibly indulgent holiday Iâ€™d ever experienced. Whilst Iâ€™d been in Miami, the land of prosperity, I had played the game. I had resided in an exceptionally comfortable apartment, and I had pretended that I was rich and that this was my life. Iâ€™d never seen a bed so big, nor a bath so vast. Iâ€™d never had a fridge which expended ice cubes, or lighting which came on when you walked in the room. I had however, had balconies, and palm trees, and azure blue pools without a soul in them, and so I borrowed back the life in the tropics Iâ€™d had when I was a child, becoming ever so more determined to get it back one day. Iâ€™d like to think weâ€™ll return to Florida, for longer than ten days next time. I would love to return to the manatee-inhibited waters of Miami, and be in the presence of those dignified skyscrapers once again. I would like to recreate our sodden stroll through a warm afternoon downpour, those exhilarating half hours in crystal clear pools, and that oppressive heat that forced you into cooler refuge. For those ten days, I lived a very privileged, although borrowed, life and loved every moment of it.
Andrew aspires to that lifestyle and wants to make it his own. Maybe heâ€™ll be the owner of one of those beautiful mansions overlooking the ocean one day, with a white boat moored alongside.
As long as youâ€™re not one of those Cuban immigrants trapped in menial labour, Miami is a great life. Itâ€™s a truly absorbing city, but cannot be adequately explored without the aid of a hired car â€“ this is definitely a must.