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Well...it's three twenty-eight as I start this entry.
This is the end of my third day in Coral Gables and it's gone pretty well so far. I'm trying to keep upbeat about the trip so far, but honestly I'm disappointed that I'm not really in Miami at all. It was a bit inaccurate for someone to describe the area as "near the university" or "near the ocean." This part of Coral Gables is, in fact, not really walking distance to either. The group of people for training seems nice enough, but after class is over, I definitely like to go my separate way and I really can't pinpoint why.
You may be asking why I'm awake, and really there are many factors. But the most prominent is that my roommate for the hotel, really nice guy, is snoring. Loudly and profoundly snoring. If you don't already know this about me, I'm generally very sensitive sleeper when it comes to sound. Even more-so with snoring. I was always tried in DC because I could always hear busses going at all hours of the night. It's why I will never share a room with any of my immediate family ever again. So...here I am, ruminating on my time in Miami thus far while a cleaning crew goes through the already-immaculate lobby.
I was disappointed with most of my wanderings because I've seen the kind of Florida that Coral Gables is before; whether it be from Ft. Lauderdale or even from Clearwater. But I was glad to wander around and find some places much more to my photographic liking...shockingly, they were in the alleys and overgrown parts between the opulent buildings. Tip from the field: it's not reassuring to essentially do a one-man shade-out...in fact, it's terrifying to walk down a huge, dark alley at midnight in an unfamiliar city. On the other hand, I think I was mostly afraid of nothing...because while there were some people here and there because of bars, literally no one is on the streets wandering with me.
I'm leaving "Miami" Friday evening, and I really can't wait to be back. At all.
And now, Haiku:
The sun has come round
and it warms the morning calm
under the cotton sheets.
This is the end of my third day in Coral Gables and it's gone pretty well so far. I'm trying to keep upbeat about the trip so far, but honestly I'm disappointed that I'm not really in Miami at all. It was a bit inaccurate for someone to describe the area as "near the university" or "near the ocean." This part of Coral Gables is, in fact, not really walking distance to either. The group of people for training seems nice enough, but after class is over, I definitely like to go my separate way and I really can't pinpoint why.
You may be asking why I'm awake, and really there are many factors. But the most prominent is that my roommate for the hotel, really nice guy, is snoring. Loudly and profoundly snoring. If you don't already know this about me, I'm generally very sensitive sleeper when it comes to sound. Even more-so with snoring. I was always tried in DC because I could always hear busses going at all hours of the night. It's why I will never share a room with any of my immediate family ever again. So...here I am, ruminating on my time in Miami thus far while a cleaning crew goes through the already-immaculate lobby.
I was disappointed with most of my wanderings because I've seen the kind of Florida that Coral Gables is before; whether it be from Ft. Lauderdale or even from Clearwater. But I was glad to wander around and find some places much more to my photographic liking...shockingly, they were in the alleys and overgrown parts between the opulent buildings. Tip from the field: it's not reassuring to essentially do a one-man shade-out...in fact, it's terrifying to walk down a huge, dark alley at midnight in an unfamiliar city. On the other hand, I think I was mostly afraid of nothing...because while there were some people here and there because of bars, literally no one is on the streets wandering with me.
I'm leaving "Miami" Friday evening, and I really can't wait to be back. At all.
And now, Haiku:
The sun has come round
and it warms the morning calm
under the cotton sheets.