Every time I saw the words “Port of Miami” listed on a sign from the taxi cab I sat in intended to take us there, I could only imagine it being said in the gruff voice of Rick Ross, followed by a low rolling “BOSS”. Miami has just become a center of cool in America in recent years, just looking from the windows of a yellow Crown Vic, it appears exotic in ways I simply never remembered it being as a kid. There was no time to experience anything about the city and its culture; this just a journey on the way to a destination.
The line of boats in the port ended with the Norwegian Pearl, our home away from home for the next week. NCL only really had one line into the cruise terminal for customs, something I wish had been changed to accommodate suite passengers such as myself. Once in the building though, we got to head to a special check in area and were quickly whisked onto the ship. We took some brief walks to inspect its interior and to drop off valuables in our safe before heading up to lunch at Cagney’s.
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