Miami & Key West – Trip Report – Part I
Behold, my inaugural post!
On a sunny March morning, I began my trip to south Florida – I was booked for a long weekend in Miami and Key West. This particular trip mixed a bit of the old and the new. I cashed in a stash of Hilton Honors points for a night at the Conrad Miami downtown and the Casa Marina resort in Key West. Further, I looked forward to meeting B – a digital nomad temporarily resident in Key West. How would St Patrick’s in Key West be?
My drive down to Miami was quite uneventful. The Florida Turnpike, while visually uninteresting, is never boring. The uninhabited stretch between Kissimmee and Fort Pierce usually sees traffic moving at 80-90 mph, versus the speed limit of 70. Mein Chariot (named Duncan) eagerly obliged.
Whenever I pass through Palm Beach County, I make an effort to stop at an Indian restaurant for lunch, Aroma. They specialize in southern Indian cuisine, and their lunch buffet is always excellent. Chicken 65, baigan bharta, veggie biriyani, and kheer is the lunch of the gods. After 4 hours of driving, the lunch is a great little reminder that the end of the journey is near. Miami is another 2 hours away.
I hop back on the turnpike and then merge into I-95, taking advantage of the express lanes (yay Sunpass!). As always, I had written down the directions on paper. While I can refer to my shorthand-directions, I find that the act of physically writing them commits them to memory. Why do I bother? I religiously avoid using a mobile phone while driving (seemingly unique, especially in Florida), and I lost the navigation disks for the car. C’est la guerre.
I managed to not utterly cock up the process of getting into the Brickell neighborhood. In short order, I had off my car to the valet. For an extra $9, I’ll let them deal with the parking garage at rush hour (it was now 5:30).
The Conrad Miami sports an interesting configuration. The street level houses the concierge and valet desk. You go up the elevators to the check-in desk on the 25th floor (also where you’ll find the bar and restaurant). I was given an upgraded Bay (of Biscayne) view room on the 18th floor. Down I go in a separate bank of elevators.
After unwinding in the invigoratingly cold pool, I decided to take a stroll around Brickell. The neighborhood is very pleasant, and in an alternate life, I would not object to living there. After a little repast of sushi at Doraku in the nearby and bustling The Shops at Mary Brickell village, it was time to unwind and sleep.
The next day, I went for a pleasant walk with Andrew, a fellow I met on Grindr. I grabbed an Earl Grey tea for myself and a coffee for him from the self-serve complimentary coffee bar at the Conrad. We seemed to click. It’s rare I can talk cogently with anyone on about Venezuelan economic-collapse-politics, data analytics/methodologies, and hilarious sights around us. Such is the joy of meeting other gay internet strangers. The farewell smooching on US-1 was nice.
Thoroughly perked up by such PG-hijinks, I summoned my car, tipped the valet, and was soon off towards Key West. I took the Turnpike towards Homestead, FL where it connects with US-1.
– James out!
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