I am confident to say that we got to do almost everything we wanted to, while on vacation (although I’m sure my boyfriend would rather have gone diving than kayaking). Since we had just a few hours before heading back to Ft. Lauderdale, we decided to get up early, take our picture in front of that famous buoy and head to breakfast.
Since we were some of the first to arouse early on a Sunday, we were met by a small group of senior citizens, out for a morning stroll. It was a bittersweet moment, as one of them asked us if we were on our honeymoon (to which it was met by nervous laugther) but at least, they took our picture.
We decided to head back down Duval St. for breakfast and ended up at Banana Cafe for a a rooftop breakfast and discussion about how to afford a vacation home here. Seriously, I’d never been to a place where everything was beautiful and it was a place I could see coming back to, over again – might even retire to.
Around 9am, we began our trek back to Ft. Lauderdale, with a stop in Miami (around 2pm) at Fontainebleau – a place I BEGGED to go to. It’s what you expect from a $1 Billion renovation – luxuriously chic from end-to-end, complete with beautiful people in every which direction. And, since we were hungry, I threw us right in the middle of it – at La Cote. The only way to descibe this place is marrying Las Vegas with the beach. La Cote had a DJ spinning, people brunching late and there was plenty of sunshine, peering through our dining umbrella. The vibe and energy were unmatched. I informally decided that moving to Miami one day would make some sense – it felt like the sort of place you could spend a couple years in. In fact, as we drove to the airport, I must have pointed out half a dozen condo towers I could see myself living in (Fontainebleau being one of them). 🙂
When we came home (as weary travelers), we were satisfied with the outcome of our extended weekend. We had wished it would have been a little bit warmer but what lacked in warmth, made up for the myriad of things to do and see.