So called “relaxing vacations” were something almost sinful to me. I did not want to go to Miami anymore. I wanted to explore things, wanted to find new things. The idea of sitting in one hotel for a week made me a bit angry and frustrated. It took a day or two to turn off the Television set. It took a little while to realize that there were birds outside and that the shells on the beach had fantastic colors. There was a house cat in the hotel, there was a house bar in the hotel, there was a huge building next to the hotel. It was all a bit bizarre and very invisible to a drive by eye. Certain realities only begin to appear to those who take the time and do absolutely nothing. I still no not really like “relaxing vacations”, but I am looking forward to discovering the incredibly unexpected.