On our first day in Miami, me, my ma and our friends decided to go on a tourist boat trip around the small mansion dotted inlets that fringe the Miami coast.
We boarded an old 80s banger of a boat that played forgotten disco classics from what I suspect was 'Now That's What I Call Music 1992'
A fat Floridian man (the only American I've met so far) was the Captain. "Are you Captain Jimmy?" I asked. "No, I'm Captain Nick" he chuckled. I solemnly nodded and ventured that Captain Jimmy has more of a ring to it. And so we floated, past coral coloured retro houses, colonial style columned mansions, minimalistic boxy white affairs and every other mish-mash of architectural styles humanly conceivable. Yup, that's America for you.