On The Way 2 Traffic School

As the say goes here, you not only drive for yourself but everyone else. This is how some drive In Miami.

The road is their oyster, their toy and you are not invited to the play. You need to constantly be on the alert, on guard for the other driver. They come out of nowhere with a force of 100 pound gorilla, forcefully and your breaks better be ready, on their toes, fine and tuned just enough for you not to hit a third driver while dodging the first. It is a given and they are never apologetic.

It is comical but it is true. They don’t care. They have no regards for anyone or anything and seem to always have the most proverbial excuse on the table, “this is the way I drive in my country”. Fill in the blanks with the countries. You name it, they are on the list!

They just go without regards or thought. They speed, they zigzag, they give you the middle finger or hunk back when you hunk at them. They believe they own the roads and have rights to it, “freedom of speech” as they say and for that, they are allowed to do whatever they want and you as the other driver, better fend for yourself.

Just picture this, coming out of a strip mall. I am behind the Lexus and can see it coming. I smell it. This is Miami and patience run thin; it is not a virtue. I blame it on the heat. Pardon me, I blame everything on the heat because that’s the only thing that makes sense.

Gridlock to the max. Three vehicles were trying to exit at the same time but the Flamingo oil truck found itself in a peculiar position and needed to back up first. But it had no where to go as it had to wait on the other truck caught on the red light to move first, before it could move. Meanwhile, we all waited. Remember, I am behind the Lexus and to my right, there are cars parked in the emergency lane. So, we were already in the middle of the road to begin with.

While waiting for the red light to change to green, the two trucks to move, there came another driver, speeding down as if in hurry. Huh?! This is a two way street, where did he think he was going? First of all, he was on the wrong lane, I can just imagine what could have happened if another car was going straight ahead in the opposite direction. Touche, it would have also got stuck as it perhaps, would not have anywhere to go. Second, where was the driver going? We were sitting ducks, the road was blocked, the oil truck still not backed up and we were all waiting. But that did not stop the driver of the Infinity QX4. He just wanted to go and going, he was.

Finally, the oil track gets going. The traffic was moving.

But before he could breath, there went the Lexus. I wonder what happened at the traffic school.

Meanwhile, I am sitting, waiting for my turn. I am next, I am thinking and I am going straight but wait, the oil truck had still not moved. I will go as soon as he goes. Nope, there was not to be! Like Speedy Gonzales, there went the Infinity driver without a care in the world. What if the oil truck had moved? Imagine if I had gone straight as expected?! Yup, you not only drive for yourself but everyone else too because everyone is in a hurry. To where? I have no idea; perhaps, the traffic school?!

No, They Didn’t!

Whenever you think no one is watching, trust me, someone is; not big brother, well, that’s a different show but someone else is.

This one just stupefied me. It left me in shock, startled the heck out of me and landed on the things I would not be caught dead doing category.

I can understand the thrill, the dare, the excitement, the ambiance but give it a little, know your boundaries!

I hesitated posting this for many reasons. It wasn’t until I reached down to my core, gave it a hoola hoola dance, talked to it, fed it some lemonade and was overthrown by a coup d’etat of the minds that I gave in. No, Easter is in April, so I was not giving anything up for Lent neither was April fool; so it was real. Perhaps, I poked a hole on my principles, the few I still have left – the ones my mom would go temporarily insane over. I can just picture her running faster then a pigeon, paging mother Teresa in one take, begging her to pray for my soul and that was just me dreaming. It would have been a hair raising situation, the one I would never be caught dead doing, for sure. Ave Maria!

Let’s face it, I am not here to change the world neither am about to do it today. It is what it is. The picture is mind boggling. The gaul of some people. To better “view” the picture, you will need to read in between the line, observe it, analyze it, do a sightseeing, get some fresh air, do another take and voila, there it is. Welcome to the world of “I can’t believe what I am seeing”!

Yes, there they were, doing the ABC’s, the hormone ranging we are still young, so let’s try whatever, thing. They were engaged in the forbidden fruit of Adam and Eve pose. The ones that children were around and should not be seeing this but who cares, no one can see us. The ones their bodies temperature raised up to thousands with no possibility of cooling anytime soon. The ones they lacked discretion but the thrill was inciting; therefore, let’s dare anyway. The ones that when you see it, you go “waw, no they didn’t but oh yeah, let’s watch it” just because they were on fire, the movie was free and living in the moment.

The pool is high on the third or fourth floor of the hotel. Perhaps, the couple was not aware that part of the pool glass floor although tainted, is open to the streets but enough to shield them from the prying eyes. Therefore, the passerby’s – and lord… in which street, the almighty South Beach, was just stunned, amused by what they were witnessing. Note that those watching were laughing and snapping – click, smile you’re on candid camera.

Seriously, what possess them? I know for a fact this and the other obvious one, are the reasons I don’t set my foot on a pool. Yeah, chlorine just doesn’t do it for me.

They stopped only when they heard all the commotion. Just as the party started, just as it was over. They run faster then the squirrel next door looking for his peanuts. Disappeared in the afternoon at the speed of lightening, cut the zipper faster then the seamstress. Zap, they were gone, just like that, swimming away faster then an Olympian.

The funny of it all, no one saw their faces, they could not be deciphered because they were high up. We were only left with their silhouettes and thank God. That was alright for me because I don’t believe I longed for any dessert.

Visit 2 Olympic Headquarter

Most have heard of Olympic games but many don’t know that the International Olympic Committee (IOC) is headquartered in Lausanne, Switzerland. Here, I share some of the photos I took while visiting the town. Just a thought, the Alpes is behind this huge lake that is more a river then a lake, on the other side of the street.

On our way to Lausanne from Montreux

Parc Olympique

Le Musee Olympique

Le Musee Olympique

Le Musee Olympique

To the city of Lausanne

The city of Lausanne

The view from the other side of the street.