Today we're doing a shore excursion together: a bus tour of Miami and Miami Beach called "The Magic City." Our tour guide is a take-no-shit Welshman who obviously loves Miami and knows a lot about it. His running commentary on everything from architecture to agriculture is fascinating. Miami Beach (and Miami proper, for that matter) is beautiful; I visited before when my great grandmother lived here in the late 70s and 80s, but I don't think I'd ever seen South Beach. I loved all the little Art Deco hotels. The guayaba (guava) pastelitos at the Versailles Bakery on Calle Ocho were excellent, and Al says the Cuban coffee (highly caffeinated, so I didn't try it) and empanadas de pollo were, too. I got to try out my rusty Spanish while ordering, too (I was suprised to find that it came easily). I wish we had another day or two to explore the neighborhoods of Miami and Miami Beach on foot. We'll probably come back for a visit—maybe for our anniversary next year?