Bienvenidos A Miami

Our first 4 days in America were spent in the state of Florida with my husband’s older brother. Unfortunately for us, it would seem that we brought the English weather with us. – Perhaps it was karma for being smug about flying into glorious sunny, hot weather. – Not quite!

It was windy and rainy for the majority of our time in Miami, but our spirits remained high and dry.

We rode bikes, took trains and buses around the area and spent a lot of our time remeniscing on old times.

For my husband it was rekindling his relationship with his older brother that he hadn’t seen properly for 13 years!

For me it was the excitement of being back in the country that I left behind 20 years ago. The anticipation of reuniting with my friends and experiencing new beginnings in the place I used to call home.

Miami welcomed us with open arms and my first few days in America had me itching for more adventure.

After spending a couple of nights in Miami getting high on memories of the past, washing it all down with a few alcoholic beverages and laughing the nights away. It was a great time to get to know my brother-in-law and really feel part of the family.

Moments like these, of passionate discussion, sometimes bringing up painful memories and sweet remensiscance make you realise how important human connection is, and how important it is to feel a part of something.

New York, NY

We have been in America for a week now, and it was only while we were in New York City, that it really hit me.

I was tired from our travels, and disgruntled by the shift in the energies all of a sudden. I came from laughter and smiles, to cold looks and ill-natured actions by those around me.

It wasn’t how I expected to spend my first few hours in The Big Apple.

As soon as we got off the bus we got hustled by a man of the street. Tempted by what seemed to be helpful advice, followed by him asking for a 10 dollar tip, which he unthankfully snatched from my hands as he walked away.

We were ignored by a lot of people, mainly because they could not follow what we were saying due to our accent, and that really got under my skin.

I felt self-conscious in this environment and was grateful that I wasn’t a female solo traveler at this point. – I have nothing but respect for you ladies that go out and face the world alone, much respect to you. –

On reflection, living in a city as big as New York can be hard, life is not as easy and the world is cold, so it would seem that most people are out to fend for themselves. – It’s not how I would go about my day, but that’s just me. I can understand and accept that’s how it is –

Despite this, I had the most wonderful time exploring the streets of New York, enjoying Central Park and experiencing a bit of the nightlife before leaving for San Diego, our next stop.

This morning while on our way to the airport I witnessed a homeless man on the side of the street with a sign that read “Money for food”; nobody acknowledged him, some people read the sign and moved on. No one stopped, no one gave him money and no one gave him food.

This scene filled me with an overwhelming amount of sadness and I cried as I hopped off the bus which sent me on a mission to get him food and shake his hand.

I want to touch on a point that I mentioned earlier:

Moments like these, of passionate discussion, sometimes bringing up painful memories and sweet remensiscance make you realise how important human connection is. and how important it is to feel a part of something.

Human Connection.

Too often people on the street are demonized and shamed for being less fortunate than the rest of us. It fills me with sadness that some of us cannot look past this and see another human being that deserves the warmth of a smile, a decent meal and a sense of companionship.

So as I sit here in the airport I wanted to absorb that feeling, and bring it to light for others to think about too.

Food for thought maybe…

Next stop, San Diego.

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