To call The Miami Herald building an eye sore might actually be a bit of a compliment. There is only one other place in this world where I have seen buildings and roadways faded to a piss color of yellow and that was in the terrible wasteland known as Oklahoma.
"Wee call eet da beast en da bay..." our cabbie slurred through a thick accent. "eet's tearible."
Bright yellow and reeking of the 60s, the building sat on some of the most prized real estate in this city — The Water.
It is the water that makes this city what its — a playground for those streaming from colder, crueler climates — and not just another southern swamp land.
The entire Miami skyline is dotted with buildings that look like they have been cooked from raw clay in a 5000-degree kiln. They look dusty and pale, but more buildings, just like them, continue to go up and litter the view.
but at the beach it is a paradise with perfect temperatures and cool waters mixed with tanning bodies and New York Guidos looking for their next drink.
The food network event has not even started and already we have wandered for miles up and down this Southern tip of the Miami beach.
The night before our plans changed a bit and we found ourselves at a surreal resort that had all the trappings of a tourist location, but was less than 1000 feet from the end of the airport runway, which was just in the other side of the lagoon.
More from the Miami Bureau to come...