Hat in a Blond / Sombrero con rubia

Collins Ave, Miami Beach

Pale skin, black leather jacket, little hat and tons of sweetness.

She was looking for the biggest Mall around.

Surfer on Ray Bans and Sailor Shorts

South Pointe Park, South Beach, Miami

Sorry for the foggy feet!

Saturday Morning in South Beach

Saturdays are sacred for our family. We like to have breakfast watching The Colbert Report online. We have our eggs, our stinky cheese, some jam, sour dough toasts, and pleeenty of coffee or tea. This "Ceremony of the Breakfast" ends around eleven, and then we are to sleepy and too full to do anything else, so we just hang around the house, talking, cooking, talking and cooking. Some light cleaning might be involved, but it is promptly discourage. We don’t follow any religion, but we have our own Sabbath for sure.

So this Saturday was different, my husband had an appointment at the Apple Store at 9.00 A.M and the Apple Store happens to be in Lincoln Road (the heart of South Beach). So we packed the kids, cleaned the eyes boogers, didn't take a shower and rode to Lincoln Road.

The sky was MIAMI BLUE, blue, extra blue. The people were MIAMI  mix of weird, cool and plain and breakfast was MIAMI expensive. But we had good family fun.

I lent my camera to the kids and this is what they registered.

A Big Hug to everyone out there.  Have a Happy week.

My Magazine Roll / Revistas que leo

Everyone that has the pleasure to really know me, knows about my only Vice, mi único vicio... OK I'm not going to talk about my physical laziness (that's my only Deadly Sin), I'm going to talk about my LOVE, my DESIRE, my SUCKNESS for...


MAGAZINES


Right now magazines are the only thing that I lay my eyes on. Confessing to this would be like confessing that my diet was based on candy... good candy, but candy after all.


I start drooling when I am in front of magazines, I tremble with excitement... and I'm sure that my pupils dilate... so, yes, this is a vice!


Right now, I'm subscribed to:

The New Yorker


It comes weekly, every Friday... at around four in the afternoon. My husband usually picks the mail up, so he is the enabler of my Friday night's catatonic state. 
You don't have to go to college, you can skip hours of lame and pointless conversation only to pick-up (maybe) one good point; and you can laugh like a idiot only by reading this wonderful little magazine.


I can spend hours minutes with the kids analyzing the covers.

In Style


Monthly, Fun, HUGE issues. Great colors. Sometimes can get really boring. I'm just waiting for the subscription to end. 

Travel and Leisure


Monthly. It was a freebie from American Express. A really Bad Magazine. Bad pictures, bad writing, bad graphics. Or maybe I'm not their target.

Rolling Stone


Monthly. It was a freebie from Amex too. The political articles are great. The underestimating of the Youth is really horrible. 

Ocean Drive


Miami's Magazine. Pretty gross, but I enjoy it...shhshshsh!

Maxim


Free, thanks to Amex. BAD, BAD, BAD.

Gatopardo


Started ok, and then turned too Mexican for my taste; they still deliver good journalism. I collect them. 

Soho


Colombian Magazine. Great pictures and articles. I collect these too.

El Malpensante


Colombian literary magazine. Great. Collector's items.

And of Course

Playboy

I'm the unbeaten  winner in being first finding the hidden bunny on the cover.

Olivia is one of my favorite illustrators. I'm waiting for my kids to be 13 to cover my guest bathroom with her drawings.