It’s a strange torture to go to the beach on an incredibly hot day without plans to go in the water. I was bikini-clad and cut-off ready, but if you haven’t heard, Florida’s warm waters are plagued by a flesh-eating bacteria. Real cool. Regardless, it was a great day to catch up with one of my best friends, pouring bottles of water on ourselves to keep cool while drinking my favorite cider ever (cost me an arm and a leg but worth reliving memories of drinking it when I lived in London).
Between Swim Week and my job and other blogging events, I am proud to say I can get to Miami Beach without GPS. I guess growing up is inevitable.