Since the 1950’s, Florida has been the traditional destination for kids taking a break from school, as immortalized in the film “Where the Boys Are”. In South Beach, the week leading up to Memorial Day is a hip-hop festival known as “Urban Beach Week” which, according to Wikipedia, “has become known for its over-the-top parties and fashions, as well as incidents of bad behavior.”
Amalia took her spring break from pre-school in South Beach this year during the week leading up to Memorial Day, but her partying was a lot tamer than the Memorial Weekend antics of the hip-hop fans. Here’s her story of
What I did on Spring Break 2015
The night before we left New York I made a really tall block tower. It fell down by itself in the night. I’m wearing my Big Sis top because my baby brother Nicolas was born on April 2, making me a big sister.
As soon as I got to our apartment in South Beach I checked out the mosaics in the courtyard. The fountains aren’t running but they say they’re going to fix them.
This mermaid mosaic is near our door.
I rode my bike on Lincoln Road, which is a pedestrian mall.
And I took Papou to the alligator store (Lacoste) and bought him this shirt for Father’s Day. He says it’s his favorite.
Here I am enjoying Happy Hour with Mommy and Yiayia Joanie on Lincoln Road. I usually order hummus.
I ordered a pink heart balloon from the Balloon Man and Lady on Lincoln Road.
He gave me an extra balloon free because I talked to him in Spanish.
I went to the water park in Flamingo Park near our apartment twice.
Papou took me in the water first.
I loved going down the slide into the water and did it a whole lot of times.
Then my Mommy took me in the water. I'm wearing my green bikini from last year.
Another day I put on a new bathing suit. It has hearts on it.
We took my baby brother Nicolas to put his feet in the ocean for the first time.
On Thursday Mommy talked about her new novel “The Ladies of Managua” at Books and Books in Coral Gables. Here she is signing books for some friends and relatives from Nicaragua. I’m helping.
In Florida I ate a lot of strawberry ice cream—the only flavor I like. Here I am at the gelateria on Espanola Way.
Here I am eating strawberry ice cream at Dylan’s Candy Bar on Lincoln Road.
And here I am with a cone from Hagen Daz. But it melted before I could eat it. Yiayia said next time I have to order my ice cream in a bowl—no more cones!