One Apple A Day #24
“Are we still in Miami? “
The question came out naturally watching the long row of similar houses from the window of the taxi. The view has been the same for the last 20 minutes. Low houses, a porch with a trembling light, a small untidy garden with a car. In the darkness they looked all the same to me. No ocean, no beaches, no palms. Yet we left our hotel in Miami only half an hour ago, I don’t think we left the city yet.
I didn’t know where we were going. I had the address that Gianni gave me on a piece of paper. I showed it to the taxi driver. Between my bad Italian/English and his Spanish/English I’m not sure we understood each other. But it seamed confident. So we went.
We started talking about all the things that can go wrong. In the end I didn’t know Gianni at the time. He was just a Guzzi owner I met online. We owned the same motorbike, we exchanged a few suggestions and idea. But we lived in two different part of the world. He moved to Miami 30 years before, I never left Italy. Whe I planned my big trip in USA Miami was one of the stop. I thought it was a good idea to meet to give a face to a nickname. And Miami, wouldn’t it be cool to get some insights from a local leaving in such a colourful exciting city?
I wasn’t expecting to find myself in a lost suburb, with no idea where I was going and a taxi driver I cannot understand. I took my friends with me and they didn’t look very happy.
“It’s a trap.”
“No one will ever find us.”
“They are going to rob us and dump us somewhere.”
“I knew I had to stay in the hotel tonight.”
I didn’t know what to say to them.
Than the taxi stopped. In front of a house. With a porch and a trembling light. A front garden with a car. And a motorbike. A Guzzi.