Rafael Peña

1 month ago | cruisecritic.com.au | Rafael Peña

Oh, my dearest Miami, you’ve given me memories—some foggy and faint, most best left forgotten. A lot of my sunshine and indulgence played out on Ocean Drive and Washington Ave., where the nights stretched longer than the days, and responsibility was just a word, not a concern. But that was ages ago. Now bragging about blowing loads of money (aka probably my mortgage payment) at LIV on a Sunday feels fiscally reckless, and a Call-A-Cab from Wet Willie’s would have me mumble-rapping like Lil Wayne.