From Florida to France

After living what felt like a reality TV show for teenagers at my Hostel in South Beach, Miami I was more than thrilled to finally be boarding the plane for Amsterdam. I’m not going to go as far as to say that the experience in Miami was terrible but it is most definitely not recommended for anyone over the age of 25 years old. Constant noise, drama and a complete lack of anything that interesting in the area made for a rather stressful situation. It was when the cops were called on an older guest for being inappropriate with a younger guest that I knew I was cohabitating with a crowd that did not fit my lifestyle or ethical standards. As you can imagine, when the day came to check out and head to the airport I did so with enthusiasm. My Uber driver picked me up bright and early, hours before necessary, so that I could spend my day at the airport rather than one more minute in that cesspool. It rained the morning I left, seemed appropriate.

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