Miami in March – 2014

In the house of digital memories, there is a vault where you keep the photos that you have not—yet—uploaded. When you have taken random shots from vehicles flying through an expressway, salvaged sweet scenes through a fading daylight, captured animated conversations in the setting darkness, without the right camera, you will have, alas, dark, blurry or uncharacteristic photos that need editing. For me, this is one of the hardest part about sharing the digital album. Sometimes, it’s either there’s too many to choose from or too little—decent photos—to choose from.

That was how I collected memories in Miami  in March of last year. I was there for work. The kind where you don’t normally get to willingly waste time exploring the bedrock of culture, of food—or people. But I like taking in my surroundings, breathing in an air of wonder and finding some things magical about the moment. Alas, I found out that the photos on the road to and our sweet little time in Lancaster—before heading to LAX for our flight back to the Philippines—have not been saved. The setting sun in the city of angels, my supposed last refuge, are nowhere to be found in the vault. Nothing to recover. But I remember that I loved the rustic Lancaster the most among the cities I’ve visited on this trip and that the sun warms the heart wherever you witness it set.

My no-strings-attached relationship with the streets of Miami made me realize, or affirm, that I cannot live in places like Miami. I am not the one who belong to the highways, to the criss-crossing expressways, to the towering buildings, to the party hotspots. But I loved the fact that there were lush trees in Doral, that beautiful colors glowed at the bayside, in the dark, and the thought of going to Miami Beach was exhilirating.

Interestingly, the things that I loved about this trip, I see, are here at home. And the things I hardly fell in love with are things we—some of us—resist to consume us back home. There’s truth in what my favorite travel writer—again—said, that “there is, for the traveler at least the sense that learning about home and learning about a foreign world can be one and the same thing.”

Miami collage

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