Back from the Miami jaunt or Mark's regular trek in his case. I hadn't been back since June. It rolled over my birthday, so we made sure to have a special dinner out. Coya - magnificent Peruvian cuisine. After a 7 course tasting menu and three hours later we wound our way back to the condo. Driving the couple miles rather than walking. It's a circus out there in downtown land.
Look who's back - Mark Cuban's yacht. All part of the ambiance on my morning walk. The size is very deceiving next to all the skyscrapers. His is the big one, excuse me I mean the biggest one - 288ft.
It's quite the event every morning dodging all the runners and people walking their dogs. It's a great island walk with the oh so perfect landscaping and do not, at risk of suddenly becoming a homeless person, lose your security key fob or the location of the unmarked door of your building. Trouble, trouble.
So an odd daily occurrence has been happening that I can see from the balcony of the condo. It's been going on all summer according to Mark. That crazy geometrical building you see is surrounded every day by buzzards. Hundreds of them. At
only that skyscraper... What's up with that?
One of a constant flow of incoming and outgoing cruise ships. I hear the booming horns and imagine where they came from and where they're going next. Huge industry here.
It's extra warm in Florida this week, a throwback to summer. The strangeness of weather change continues in so many places. Good thing we humans are so adaptable. Back in Naples for a bit, a much less urbane place.
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