Ice Cream Divas

We touristed South Beach today, had lunch in Little Havana, and ended up in Cocoa Beach for dinner/night. I am loving the speed, I am loving the variety of everything. In the morning, we went to a French bakery for breakfast. I am decent in spotting languages; the only ones I recognized were Spanish (obviously), German, and Italian. We were surrounded by people seated at cute little tables, pretty close to each other, and I could not figure out who was speaking what. It seemed we were the only ones speaking English. If felt quite humbling.


Welcome to planet Earth.

On the photo, Uncle Dave in an ice cream parlor in Little Havana.