With only 48 hours in Magic City, it was all systems go as we jumped in a cab from Miami International Airport. Golden hour in Miami really is something special, as the sun began to dip hundreds of palm tree silhouettes lined the glowing skies behind us as we flew down the freeway on route to our home away from home, Soho Beach House.
Tired from transit, we spent the evening dining on fresh squid, homemade pasta and a bottle of Malbec as candles flickered under the canopy at Cecconi’s, laughing and discussing our plans to conquer Miami in the little time we had.