As I've written about for the last few weeks, the Mild Fiancée and I traveled to Miami recently. We had some interesting moments getting checked in, but all in all, it was a good time. That was especially true for the Mild Fiancée.
See, she was on vacation at the time. That meant that she was free to explore as she wanted. She found a bakery that had guava and cheese pastelitos (that last word basically means "pastries"). We had Cuban sandwiches for dinner one night because she found a place that had good ones. Heck, she even took a SoulCycle class because there happened to be a gym offering those classes near the hotel.
Of course, the beauty of this plan was that she had the freedom to explore. If she wanted to hang out at the beach or lounge by the pool instead, that was also an option. And she took up the pool option. I have the text messages to prove it.
Better yet, because she went to the hotel pool more than once, she struck up a conversation with some of the staff members. Two, in particular, stuck out, because they had the same name but were born in different countries. Better yet, they loved food from their native countries and even cooked some of it themselves. Remember, we're talking about someone who can look at recipes and decide to adjust them on the fly. She had found kindred spirits. From what I understand, there was quite a bit of talk about ceviche.
These same two, however, shared what I consider the funniest conversation of the trip with the Mild Fiancée (paraphrased because I'm repeating what I was told):
Staff Member: "Hey hey, [Staff Member #2], do we have any seats at the other pool?"
Staff Member #2: "Why?"
Staff Member: "This one has all the families and kids. [The Mild Fiancée] is a profesora, but because she's on vacation, she doesn't want to deal with them."
Everybody involved cracked up at that point. The first guy apparently said all of that with a huge smile on his face, and the Mild Fiancée was cracking up herself when she told me that story.
That actually reminded me of a guy I used to work with, who has long since retired. He told me, "I'm serious about vacations. When I take them, I don't do anything." Yup, I know what he meant.
All in all, I had my laughs. The conference sessions were totally worth it (and I suppose I learned some useful work stuff, too).
See, she was on vacation at the time. That meant that she was free to explore as she wanted. She found a bakery that had guava and cheese pastelitos (that last word basically means "pastries"). We had Cuban sandwiches for dinner one night because she found a place that had good ones. Heck, she even took a SoulCycle class because there happened to be a gym offering those classes near the hotel.
Of course, the beauty of this plan was that she had the freedom to explore. If she wanted to hang out at the beach or lounge by the pool instead, that was also an option. And she took up the pool option. I have the text messages to prove it.
Better yet, because she went to the hotel pool more than once, she struck up a conversation with some of the staff members. Two, in particular, stuck out, because they had the same name but were born in different countries. Better yet, they loved food from their native countries and even cooked some of it themselves. Remember, we're talking about someone who can look at recipes and decide to adjust them on the fly. She had found kindred spirits. From what I understand, there was quite a bit of talk about ceviche.
These same two, however, shared what I consider the funniest conversation of the trip with the Mild Fiancée (paraphrased because I'm repeating what I was told):
Staff Member: "Hey hey, [Staff Member #2], do we have any seats at the other pool?"
Staff Member #2: "Why?"
Staff Member: "This one has all the families and kids. [The Mild Fiancée] is a profesora, but because she's on vacation, she doesn't want to deal with them."
Everybody involved cracked up at that point. The first guy apparently said all of that with a huge smile on his face, and the Mild Fiancée was cracking up herself when she told me that story.
That actually reminded me of a guy I used to work with, who has long since retired. He told me, "I'm serious about vacations. When I take them, I don't do anything." Yup, I know what he meant.
All in all, I had my laughs. The conference sessions were totally worth it (and I suppose I learned some useful work stuff, too).
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