I am not a big fan of driving so I ask my chauffeur (aka husband) to take me to places. But on Tuesday the car broke down so he couldn’t pick me up from my blogging class in downtown Miami and I had to take a bus! Gosh! Take a bus! Mission almost impossible for me. Not driving too often also took away some of my sense of direction.

So my odyssey to get back home to Surfside starts. For those who are not familiar, it’s a small town of 5 blocks between Miami Beach and Bal Harbor, a quick 25 minutes drive.

I start by waiting at the wrong bus stop for about 20 minutes until I’m told I have to walk to Biscayne if I want to travel north.

Parenthesis: I have heels because I forgot I had to take the bus and it’s raining! Damn! I never owned an umbrella and never will. It makes me feel like an old lady.

After asking two security guards for directions I finally make my way to Biscayne. But wait! Where’s north? Who cares? I spot a bus stop and walk towards it.

I wait another 40 minutes and a bus heading north (I hope) pulls over and I get in. Jesus! It’s freezing. What’s wrong with this country? When I lived in Manhattan I’d freeze in summer (because of the AC’s) and cook in winter (because of the heating). Luckily enough in Miami I’m fine half of the time.

Fast forward: After one thousand nine hundred seventy-eight stops I get home, two hours from the time I left class. But I’m not mad. I’m a very zen person who takes advantage of every situation. I had enough time to write this post and many others. My blogging teacher will be so proud of me!

*Re-reading this post I wonder why I didn’t call an Uber. Oh, it was before Uber. Why didn’t I get a regular cab? I think I couldn’t find one.