Well, those nasty feet are how I started my trip to Miami. Gross, right? I might have to post on airplane etiquette soon because subjecting other passengers to your nasty bare feet is up there with some of the worst behavior I have seen on a plane. Yes, I did say something to her after she curled up with her bare feet and they were resting on my seat. I have no problem claiming my space on a plane and I also have no problem posting a picture of your gnarly toes on my blog. Enjoy!
Fortunately, lots of cocktails, the beach, and my favorite papaya pancakes at Eva's Bistro were waiting for me when I arrived. Miami is downright chilly this weekend, so I might not be soaking up the sun by the pool. However, I will be jogging off those pancakes along the boardwalk. Have a great weekend!
U know I grew up in Miami... As much as I love the food, people, culture and beaches- I do love LA.
ReplyDeleteNow if u could travel without people sowing their nasty feet!
Intrigued, I clicked on the keyword label for 'nasty feet' and was disappointed you had not written more on the subject.
ReplyDeleteHowever, I have subscribed to its RSS Feed and look forward to reading future posts.
Thanks, Mathieas!
ReplyDeleteI happily upgraded my seat on the way home so I didn't have any nasty feet to look at.
Little known fact, I can do the Vulcan salute with my right foot, which is strange since I am left-handed.
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