Ms Worldwide

The first few Miami days involved recovering with sleep and binge watching an entire season of Once Upon a Time. Then Australia Day arrived and I thought it was time to experience the world beyond my pyjama clad laziness. 

Carlos and I began with a Target trip for some Aussie Day essentials. 

We left the wine at the store. 

That night I taught Carlos how to do a Tim Tam Slam. 

The Miami skies delivered a light torrential downpour the following day as I went to school. 

Apparently I just can't get enough of educational institutions. I went to meet the year two students Alicia assists as a teacher's aide. 

I was called Ariel, told I have a better accent than Alicia and learnt some Spanish numbers when I won a couple of bingo rounds. Maybe it was unfair to play against 7 year olds, but I don't care because I won a pencil. 

Later that day I could no longer ignore this.

My American life strewn over the floor. 

Another night we discovered watching videos about serial killers well into the morning is not a bedtime routine that should be repeated. 

My final full day in Miami began in the art district at Wynwood. 

We soaked in the displays of creativity. 

The trendy district provided an array of inspired brilliance. 

It was a fun family outing. 

We even ran into Carlos' cousin, Vanessa and her two sons, Nicholas and Aiden. Here we see Nicholas in his unnatural habitat at the plant nursery. 

Carlos, Alicia and I took a night walk. 

Dinner that night was served alongside a DJ at the Wynwood Diner. 

The atmosphere and decor were on point, on fleek and totally bae.

The boozy shakes were a great concept, but not something I'd run back for. I might stroll back, but not run. 

My last American supper was the traditional and delectable chicken and waffles. 

I couldn't let my final night in America end there, so I suggested a wild evening of rock star karaoke. 

Carlos commenced with a questionable rendition of the 90s classic Wannabe. 

We sang through a hefty selection of tunes, pushing our vocal skills to infinity and beyond. 

Alicia toddled off to sleep city while Carlos and I continued the festivities. Eventually concluding with the karaoke essential, Livin' on a Prayer to Alicia's delight. Not because we sounded any good, but because it was over. 

That may have been my final day in the great United States, but this isn't my final blog post. I still had a whole new adventure of travelling back to Australia.