The Miami experience and Star Mt. is calling

Aaand back from Miami. Calmer visit for me, probably because I opted for a quieter schedule (walking, painting, reading etc.) as there was no need to jump around shopping for the condo. It's pretty outfitted at this point. The same can't be said for Mark. His schedule is a whirlwind at all times and he's in the moving and shaking crowd. Pretty intense stuff.

Ceviche at Jaguar

Fun dinners out of course. Miami is such a foodie town. Jaguar in Coconut Grove and Crazy About You downtown. Great food! It's been a bit of a challenge to dress for these dinners. Miami style is its own thing, not Naples at all. Dressier, quite body conscious, and heels, the higher the better. Ugh. So I wore heels and looked good realizing I was gonna pay later. I have great sympathy for the women walking the red carpet at Cannes. Did you hear? They, the organizers, are requiring high heels, no flats allowed.

My walks in the morning around the island were a delight even with the Florida summer heat. Lots of people watching and boat watching as well, with docked cruise ships bells wafting across the water. In this heat I'm trying out a cooling bandana made by Frogg Togg that you tie around your neck. Only used it once so far and I think it made a difference. It's a weird texture (rubbery) and kind of heavy (you soak it with water before use). so it definitely needs more testing via me.

Day

Night

looks like a mosaic from on high

We are getting a little more comfortable with this "high rise" life style thing. It's quite the place we've landed in, well more for Mark than for me, and these lofty heights are pretty fascinating.

The giant yacht was gone this time. (See 2 posts ago). Mark looked it up and Fountainhead belongs to Mark Cuban, who considers Miami "home". A little bigger than we thought too -280ft. He's made the top 100 list in the world with that one. And then there are the party boats. That's a crazy amount of people on the one above and if you aren't looking you're still hearing it. The pounding music is cranked to the max.

Homegrown and yummy, mangoes from Maria and Brett's yard. 13 mango trees and a daily collection via wagon from Maria. Thanks for the bounty!

Hard to believe, we head back to Star Mt. this coming Friday. My thoughts are drifting to the elk (have they had the usual number of babies there?), the hummingbirds (did they give up on us and leave the area?), Flap (has she been the normal frequent visitor and did she eat up my daylilies?), and will we see newcomer Mr. Moose? (he's been seen again, this time in our mudhole and wandering back into the woods behind our house). We're coming, we're coming.