After I don’t even know how many years, I’m going on an actual family vacation (minus my dad, long story)!!! To avoid the long and grueling travel of going directly to Punta Cana, DR, my mom and I decided to stop in Miami for a few days and then head to the DR to meet up with my sister and her family.
Miami is absolutely beautiful….until the wrath of who knows what strikes down on a perfectly beautiful day and forces you off of the beach. True story. We arrive to beautiful South Beach. Clear skies, beautiful water and the perfect warm Miami weather. After about 3 hours I notice a dark cloud. Within minutes I hear the disappointing sound of thunder, a flash of lighting and a downpour of rain (WHAT THE FUCK, MIAMI). Because of the human who was killed on Venice beach (RIP) it was recommended that we clear the beach….the lifeguard didn’t have to tell me twice, I got the fuck off of the beach and headed home. I would like to see 23.
The day wasn’t a total waste–even though I’m on vacation I’m still training for the half marathon so I dragged myself to the fitness center and fought myself through my ten mile workout (I might have cried, I won’t admit to it).
After the hourlong torture session, I showered, had a yummy dinner and met my mother for happy hour. Whoo hoo! When I made it back to my room I repacked for the DR, and slept with the anticipation of seeing my sister, niece and nephew ZOMGGGG. Later y’all.