Miami pt.2 & 3

The next morning I met up with my cousin at a nice cafe called Cafe Flora, known for its aesthetics of the interior and food, I was really hyped to eat there. There at the cafe I met up with my grandparents, older cousin, my sister and my mom. It was a sunny and warm day, storms did loom in the distance because of a tropical storm rolling in, but as of right now we were ok. Of course warm days call for cold drinks, we ordered some lemonades which came with cutely decorated flowers (definitely not edible) and came in a nice big jug (perfect size). I ordered chicken and waffles because if others didn’t know already, chicken and waffles are one of my favorite foods. Maybe it’s from growing up in the south or maybe it’s because I love the sweet and savory difference between the two. No matter what though, it will always be a comfort food for me. My cousin got some sort of Tiramisu French Toast which is a super interesting hybrid to me, it was really good though and it looked so beautiful and delicate. My sister got an acai bowl (which at the time was her favorite obsession) and my mom ordered a spicy chicken sandwich drenched in a spicy sauce with nice and savory eggs. Lastly my grandpa and grandma shared a kind of breakfast sandwich with a more traditional toasted bread.

After breakfast I looked up some things to do in Miami, finding Superblue Miami (which is kind of like Team Labs of Japan but in Miami). A huge fan of the Team Labs back in Japan when I went in spring of 2024, we had to book tickets for it. The super blue lab definitely did not disappoint, when you first go in you’re greeted in a dark room, beautiful flowers start to grow on the screen illuminating the room in a beautiful light, subtle glow. The flowers once touched broke apart letting the flower petals float around in the dark. You actually have to go up to the stem of the flower and put your hand on the wall, that’s what triggered something making the flower fall apart. It was such a beautiful and peaceful moment to watch these petals swirl around you. The room connected to this one was a waterfall/flower room that was just like the floating flower room back in Japan. You could lay on the floor and just look at the ceiling and relax. I may have dozed off for a few minutes but if you do go, you’ll understand why. The next room was filled with lightbulbs, hanging from the ceiling in a nice twinkling ambience. Three posts were around the room, you place your hand on one of these posts and the lights start to flicker with a specific rhythm, mimicking your heartbeat. It was really funny to hear how fast paced my sister’s heartbeat was vs how slow paced mine was. The room after that was a mirror maze literally. Filled with stairs to spectate the people navigate their ways through never ending tunnels it was a fun little break from the peaceful environment of the place to just relive childhood and have fun. The last room, which is a room you need to specifically buy a ticket for is the bubble room. I know others might be skeptic to buy a ticket for a room full of bubbles but this was one of my best decisions of the trip. It was so fun, running through the bubbles, playing with the bubbles, touching the bubbles, it was in some kind of way therapeutic.

After going through this interactive experience, we decided to go to the Miami zoo. Walking around the zoo was proven to be a nice way to connect with my cousin again after years of not meeting with also admiring the joys of Miami. From Flamingos to seals to birds we saw it all. My favorite part though was we were able to go and take pictures with the dolphins here. Which was a really cute picture opportunity. We also saw a little performance carried out by the seals, just doing little tricks of flopping around on the deck and jumping up to get fish from the caretakers hands.

It was starting to get late and dinner was now looming closer. We walked around a little more and found a restaurant called Italianspiration. I will be honest, maybe we just came at a bad time, but the food was kind of mid. The pizza was ok, it wasn’t spectacular but that’s ok because the tiramisu defiantly made up for it. They had the traditional flavor and then a pistachio strawberry one which was also equally just as good in my opinion.

Our last day in Miami was going to be a chill one, this was the day I was leaving to head back home. Before going, I had to do what any sane tourist would do when they go to Florida, I had to go to the beach! The water was really cold and it took awhile to get adjusted to it. The view was really beautiful though and just sunbathing was nice enough. The tropical storm that was forecasted next to Florida was looming closer to Miami and I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t a little anxious. I mean flying through a small hurricane isn’t ideal. What if my flight gets cancelled? Some wise people told me however that no matter the situation we must always think about the positive outcomes because thinking about the negative might just come true the more we will it. So after the beach I headed over to this really famous mall in the downtown area, stopping at Moxies to meet up with my cousins current boss and my moms old boss to have lunch, and buying myself a pair of new AirPods. The time loomed closer to my departure of Miami, I went to Rosetta to get one last cup of coffee with my cousin before wishing good luck and leaving to go back home. It’s nice to know that a family member has moved closer to you, I mean compared to India, him living in Miami is a wonderful thing to me because he’s incredibly close. I will definitely come back to Miami again!

INDIA Pt.4

Yes, again, it’s been awhile. We had a snow day today and I decided maybe I should sit down and write a blog post. I left off talking about day 5 when we were traveling to my aai and baba’s house.

Day 5: Travel day pt.2

After eating a fulfilling breakfast I started getting restless. I was bored and I wanted to see what Satara had to offer. So my dad and I decided to go visit one of the forts in Satara. Satara translates to 7 hills, and according to my baba each hill has a fort. The most famous one is called Ajinkyatara, the one my father and I traveled to. I’m so glad I did explore Satara because it was worth seeing where my mom grew up.

We drove up this HUGE mountain to the top where the entrance to the fort laid. I was surprised by how huge the doors were. They were ginormous. According to my dad they had to be huge for elephants to be entered in, which made no sense because the other side of the door were stairs. I don’t know about you but I don’t think elephants can climb up small stairs. Once you climb up all the stairs on the other side of the fort you’ll be able to overlook all of Satara. There were multiple paths hidden in the tall looming grass. My grandparents driver however helped locate many hidden treasures that weren’t part of the path. Such as a temple. I didn’t go inside because I didn’t want to take off my shoes in the middle of wilderness, so I didn’t step on the temple due to respect. Another path led us to a secret door that had a beautiful design on the front. It also had spikes on the top, which concluded to stabbing elephants. Apparently, when there was an attack on the front, the spikes on the door were to prevent elephants getting close to the door as it would stab them in their eye area. On the way to the very top of the mountain where the famous sign Ajinkyatara resided I ran into a monkey. I feel we bonded a lot before I was forced to back up, monkeys are viscous but so cute. We found more ruins and inside the ruins I found two wells that was the forts source of water at the time. Looking through that well transported me back in time, like in Frozen 2 when Olaf said water has memory.

As we started the trek back to the house I just zoned out and looked out the window. Seeing where my mom grew up with my uncle, seeing where she went to school, etc. It was nice to see my parents go through the nostalgic tunnel. I also saw a wedding ceremony going back home. Traditionally, the groom is carried to the bride on horseback. Which is super cool to think about my dad on top of a horse because he’s scared of a lot of things that could possibly injure you.

Afterwards I chilled at home with my cousins and played badminton, table tennis (ping pong), football (soccer), and cricket. We were very active that day, and later at night a huge family reunion was in stored for my family. It was fun to see all my family again, we would all stay the night in my grandparents house (which it did become very full), and the next morning everyone would leave.

Day 6: Satara, how lovely you are

I bid goodbye to everyone as I saw them go back home. My aaji and ajoba (dad’s parents) and my kaki and kaka (dad’s brother and sister in law) as well as my little cousin where the only additional family left. They were going to stay the night before going back to Pune the next day with us (yes we went back to Pune for a day before heading to Mumbai). It was cut short however when my kaki was feeling a little sick. Before that we went to see two temples (which I couldn’t take pictures at), they were so majestic. I mean breathtaking. Bharatanatyam (traditional Indian dance originating from the state of Tamil Nadu) moves were written all over the base of the walls. While I was exploring temples, my momwas seeing family in Kolhapur because recently a family member passed away. I didn’t want to go because I know I would get to emotional and it would ruin my day so I stayed with my grandparents. I also saw more monkeys.

Anyway, before my dad’s family left to go back to Pune, we went to my great aunts house that lives right next to my grandparents. Which is so cool that my grandpa lives next to one of his sisters. (My grandpa has three sisters). We had fried fish, and it was so good. Mouth watering good. After lunch my dad’s family drove back to Pune, which again is like a 2 hour drive. Later for dinner though we went to my baba’s (mom’s dad) other sisters house for dinner. I met up with my uncle and his newly wed wife, who was so nice. We had a nice “barbecue” I say that in quotations because it’s not necessarily a barbecue.

Before I knew it, it was time for us to leave Satara and go to Mumbai to see my mom’s brother.