Saturday morning, Becky and I planned on going to Versailles, a Cuban Cuisine and bakery just down the road. While I had never been there before, I was unsure about it all, but with Becky and her Spanish, I knew it would be the best time to go. We had an amazing breakfast of steak and eggs, hashbrowns, and a side of bread I politely declined. I also got a cup of Cuban coffee, which is all it is set out to be. It really is a good coffee, and I am not really a coffee fan. As we left, there are always Cuban men sitting around talking, and one in particular was in a black suit, with a hat and some stellar sunglasses. He had a sign that, in Spanish read, "The Castros are a big ball of shit!" Of course we went over and chatted with him, and took some pictures with him as well. What a great start to the day.
After this, we did some errands and then decided that we should go check out the Everglades. I knew where I had taken my parents, and had a great time, but we saw sign for an indian reservation that offered boat rides as well, so we went deeper in and finally found this place. While it sounded cool, their marketing people do a better job than most. This place was a junky place just on the side of the road, ran by some indians. It was only $10 for a ride, so we climbed in and took off. The boat carried about 20 souls across the river, but, we were the only ones. And the indian driver who didn't say a word the whole time. It really was one of the worst experiences I have had since being down here. It couldn't end quick enough and we took out of there laughing because of what we had just encountered. It was very lame. We took off back toward the city, and away from the very hick lifestyle of "alligator wrestlers."
Our next plan was to go eat Cuban again, as we both really like it, and you can't get it really anywhere else in the states other than Miami. So we wanted to get our fill while Becky was here. Before we made it there, we spotted a casino so we decided to see what this little place was about. It was unlike one I had ever been to so we went after Lady Luck and went in. We noticed the huge sign, revealing we once again were messing with the same indians, and they once again revealed to us that we should never go visit this tribe again. Everything was pitiful inside that place. Usually I like a good casino, but this place was nothing but lame. Very lame. We made enough to be one meal for lunch, then took out towards Sergio's Cuban Cuisine.
For lunch, we both order a Cuban pork dish that was very amazing. We think it is slow roasted with the juices remaining in the meat, then fried. It is a very delicious taste as it was covered in sauteed onions and topped with a Mojito sauce. The perfect ending for a crappy morning of air boat rides.
Before we could do anything else, we took a nap at the house, then set out in the opposite direction towards Key Biscayne. We had looked up prices of renting a bike, and planned on riding them around the island. Once again, we got to the island (place we had planned everything out, just like in the 'Glades) however, we had forgot to look up the address for the bikes. We couldn't find the rental anywhere, so our trip there was turned short and we just went to downtown Miami. Part of downtown is a place called the Design District, which I have always wanted to go to, but never found time. Therefore, we went to check it out. Once again, everything was closed, and seemed much better online, as there was only like 4 stores and they were all home design, not quite what we were expecting. On our way we had spotted an art supply store, so instead of looking at design, we took out walking, which, we went about 3 miles and never found it. It was starting to feel like God was against our kind of fun today.
Sleepless Nights in Miami is a huge event, all free, and lasts from 6PM to 7AM on Saturday night, so we knew this was going to turn out good. It was live artists, music and everything else artsy that you could think of. 150 free exhibits. We drove around for an hour looking for parking, since, parking a 15-passenger van is not an easy task. For once, something was watching out for us, as we found a free parking lot, but it was about 7 miles away from everything. Lucky we had free shuttles all night. We got out and got ready to go, but once again hadn't looked up where anything was at. We had no idea. We just followed a crowd that seemed to know where to go, who entered a circular, outdoor stage. We walked in to find ourself in an opera. This days does find ways to keep getting worse. We quickly exited and found ourself on the patio of yet, another Cuban Cuisine, listening to a guitar player so was very Cuban as well. Being just across the street from the opera, he cranked the system and played like he was giving his last concert. Within minutes, we had opera characters in dress, interrupting our concert to tell him to quiet down. It was quite funny as he acted like he didn't speak English, and would only respond in Spanish, telling them no.
After we had ate and listened to our share of guitar, we took out finding other exhibits. Some good some bad, but it was an exciting meeting with everyone in Miami being in the streets together. At about 1:30, we left the beach and headed home to bed. The quick weekend with family was coming to a close, but at least it was one full of memories that we will laugh about for a long time to come.
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