A weekender in South Beach saw intermittent rains, getting rained in at the Wolfsonian Design Museum by chance, a few parties and a perpetually festive, if not easy-going, demeanor among its guests and its locals. A generous supply of Liquid IV kept us hydrated during the day and on our feet at night. There's a vibrancy about South Beach - a certain color missing from some of the big northern cities - that I can't quite place. I suspect it has something to do with all-year al fresco dining and drinking (tequila sunrises), a generous stretch of beach, and people of all shapes and sizes just letting themselves go - "go" being the operative word. Where? Nowhere in particular, but in South Beach that seems to be the point. Like the tropic humidity sticking to the skin, pastel visuals and reggaeton (mostly in the form of Bad Bunny) left its impression all the way home. It lingered for days to accompany memories good for a lifetime. Who knows what another few days would've revealed, and I think it necessitates an extended stay - good enough for a repeat performance.