As colleagues, we’ve taken a few trips together (a number of them to Florida, in fact). Travel with this crew often involved good times, great eats and laughs you can’t get anywhere else. But also work. A lot of early mornings, late nights, and politics. Ugh, the politics. So when we all became Ladies of Leisure, we asked ourselves ‘what if we took a trip with all the fun, and none of the work?’ “Fuck, Yes!“ was the only reasonable answer. Welcome to Miami 🌴 Miami wasn’t our first choice destination. We considered Nashville (iffy weather), Havana (shockingly $$ flights), Mexico City (dietary complications), San Juan (connecting flights required), and…

It’s been a while since I’ve roamed a new city on my own. I’ve grown accustomed to asking for the city’s finest coffee, and having J conjure it for me from a careful triangulation of internet sources. When we are out and about, I vocalize a destination and like the Citymapper that he is, I follow him there. We map a city noting its craft breweries and hipster coffee shops, and along the way, we stop in at clothing shops, knick knack emporiums and home stores where we buy super random things by which to commemorate our journey. My job in these journeys is the food. I know my way…