we found ourselves in coconut grove yesterday. we looked at boats and got sticky. then we devoured conch fritters and dolphin sandwiches (not the flipper kind for you inland people) at a local dive.
a dive where a local band jams to tunes of johnny cash and other non-jimmy buffet greats (a blessed relief). i see them heading over to their instruments and get nervous that they won’t be any good. but they were good. upright bass, steel guitar, and a drummer with blue shades and bad dye job.
and everyone was there. hip miami-ians with their oversized sunglasses and uncomfortably high stilettos. moms with babies and kids who were running around all crazy and sweaty. tourists. and us.
have i mentioned that i’m really liking it here now? i am.