Before we were able to feast on these luscious oranges and grapefruits of Florida"s many roadside stands, my wife and I had gotten off to a rather bumpy start in the "Sunshine State."
Landing in Miami, the first item on our list was to find our hotel. I knew it was "on the seafront" and thought, quite naively, "well, this should be simple enough: I'll just find the water and drive in that direction." But I had miscalculated the Paris-to-Miami time difference, and we landed at night. That made the sea-finding part of the equation considerably more difficult.
Thankfully, at a gas station, I was able to use the bit of English I know to ask a man for directions. He hopped in his pickup truck and asked us to follow him, and voilà!