Last night was my last night in Miami. One of my friends made dinner reservations at a new Miami hot spot called Juvia. We were waiting for a cab outside the hotel and the door man asked where we were headed. I said that we were going to Juvia.
“You’re going to need an umbrella,” he said in return.
I must have looked at him funny because he repeated himself.
“You’re going to need an umbrella.”
I looked up and saw only blue sky. But I was in Miami after all, and several times during the week black clouds had blown through in minutes, turing a picture perfect day into a torrential downpour.
“Really?” I responded. “Is it supposed to rain?”
He laughed, finally understanding my confusion and said, “no, Juvia means rain in Spanish.”
If only all downpours were as delicious as Miami’s Juvia!
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