
I had often thought to myself that if I were to work anywhere in the U.S. after I graduate, my dream job would have to be somewhere in south Florida, not just because of the great atmosphere, but because on t.v. at least, it most closely resembled my homeland. This Christmas however, I overnighted in Miami en-route to St. Lucia and I discovered that other than the weather (and even this wasn't true during this particular juncture), there was very little similarity between the two places. Since my dad lives in Fort Lauderdale, an hour away from Miami, I got an opportunity to see a little more of the place during the drive to his home. I don't know why, but subconsciously, I always felt that south Florida would feel and look like home. Apart from the few grapefruit and mango trees I noticed in people's back yards and of course, the close proximity to the ocean, there were really no other comparisons I could readily draw. And in retrospect, that was a good thing. Some aspects of a landscape should always remain unique. That is what continues to draw you to it, even if it is only for a couple of weeks in the year.

