Florida: Day 1, 2 and 3 of the total 8 days

This is a description of my first 3 days in Florida with my family, all of the 3 days being in Miami Beach, Florida. Staying at the Doubletree Hotel on Collin's Avenue 1717. For the duration of the vacation I will be together with my sister and my father.

Day 1 (July 8th):

Got up at 4 to check in at 5.05 to fly at 7.10 for 2 hours to Paris, where I waited for 2 hours before I could board my 9 hour flight to Miami, which turned out to be 1½ hours late. And when we finally got in the air, I (and my family) were seated behind the rudest people, and to be expected, they were from a Spanish speaking country (Honduras). They immediately leaned their seats back the full way. When asked polite to put their seats up, they did so... For about 15 minutes before putting them all the way back. Upon arriving in Miami, there was some security control and an eternity for the baggage to turn up. The car we had rented, a big Pontiac SUV with great air condition and a built-in GPS turned out to be a crummy little Jeep with a horrible tag along GPS and a not so great air condition. So far so good, right? The hotel (Doubletree Hotel on Collin's Avenue 1717) is admittedly quite nice, although everything is expensive; 6 dollar water, 12 dollar Internet etc. Once settled we went out for a little sightseeing with my father as a guide (who referred to everything as "exclusive") and eating some Italian dinner (pizza Margarita). Upon having eaten our dinner we went to bed at 21 o' clock. As we got up at 4 CEST and to bed at 21 EST we were up for 23 hours, nothing I haven't tried, but the flying etc. made it a lot worse.

Day 2 (July 9th):

This is where the good stuff comes (not really). We started out with the hotel breakfast which wasn't bad, scramble egg, sausages, American pancakes, milk, bacon and so on. But then my father wanted to show me and my sister far more of the city, and my sister wanted to shop. So we trudged around Miami for way to many hours, during which my father told me to bring my Canon 400D which is annoying to drag around for so long, looking at Art Deco buildings not worthy of a picture and going through bookstores for my father. And even worse, listening to my fathers patronising at me, joking at me, telling me off and just being the idiot he usually is. Although he did manage to secure us a great lunch at a place called Jerry's Famous Deli on Collins Avenue (where the hotel is), where I had the greatest ham and cheese omelet. Following that we had more horrible walking/sightseeing with absolutely no interest to me, but remarkably enjoyable for my sister and my father. But once we made it back to the hotel, my sister and father went for a swim (and as usually my father tells me off for not wanting to swim), so I watched History channel for 3 hours, concerning the Death Road in Bolivia, the building of the Russian Empire and the George Washington Bridge in New York, although my sister and father didn't go swimming for 3 hours, it did take 3 hours before we headed out for dinner, and once again ended up at an Italian restaurant, where I had Fettuccine Bolognese. After that we all went back to the hotel to sleep.

Day 3 (July 10th):

Today (the last two days were written from memory) we first ate the hotel breakfast, then headed out for a drive towards a shopping center in Boca Raton (rat's mouth), but first we stopped at a (as my father would put it. "exclusive") shopping center only with ridiculesly expensive shops; but once past that we had to stop at the Lynn University where my stepbrother went for a year, before finally making it to the center. It had 1 computerish shop we sucked total tit. I did manage to buy two scented candles for which my father and sister went stop calling me homosexual, while they both chased down black Converse all star shoes in size 4½ for my sister. But as the center was very large they didn't manage to find them and settled for size 5. At one shop they could only find the left shoe, and at another they could only find the shoelaceless model (which my sister didn't want). So we wandered further and found an Abercrombie shop where my father bought a shirt and a sweatshirt, my sister bought a pair of pants and two tops, and I bought a shirt and two tshirts. But just before going to Abercrombie (and trying to buy shoes) we went to eat lunch where my sister had a half size pizza Margarita, my father had a club sandwich grande (what isn't "grande" in America), and I had an omelet with cheese and so much ham that I would feed the entire third world for 2 years. After leaving the shopping center, my father took us for a drive to look at the "exclusive" placed he, my stepmother and their friends stayed at the last time they were there. Once back home, I'm here in my bed typing, while my sister and father are out taking pictures of Art Deco buildings. And as usual my father has been a total and complete idiot towards me (but not my sister). For dinner we went to a place called News Cafe where my father had pasta with chicken, my sister had pasta with tomato sauce and chicken, and I had a good New York steak with a horrible baked potato.