What al fresco means to a New Englander in February
I once worked with a wise friend who advised that every business trip must include at least a bit of the local sites and culture. Too many times I’ve travelled to a new city with the best of intentions and found myself back at the airport on my way home kicking myself. So what did I want to make sure I didn’t miss in Miami this week?
Outdoor dining! (no, that’s not us in the photo) We spend a lot of months indoors here in New Hampshire. And although I don’t even mind all the snow shoveling this winter has required, there’s absolutely nothing like the experience of a warm night breeze against the cheek while sipping a coffee or enjoying dinner under the stars. So last night, after another long day in the convention center, I said ‘good-bye to glam’ and exchanged my high heels for a pair of lavendar flip-flops. As the sun set and the moon rose, I went in search of that tropical al fresco experience.
How ’bout a delicious latte while meditating on the sounds of a burbling fountain? Fabulous! Followed by dinner at another cafe around the corner. Dining al fresco offers an endless parade of people-watching. And Miami seems to be a city of small dogs, too. As the hour got later, techno strains from the dance club behind us escalated. All too soon it was time to return to the hotel to get ready for a return home.
For now, outdoor dining’s an activity best left for the birds … for a while, anyway.