Nothing here is booked except the flights. Every line has a status you can set — confirm it, ask to swap it, cancel it, or leave a note. It all goes to Ryan.
Identical shape every day: sun all morning, thunderstorms from 14:00, clear by 20:00. Heat index 102–109. The plan is built around it — outside early, indoors mid-afternoon, out again at night.
We land 10:37, the apartment opens 15:00. So: eat properly, sit out the first storm, start the weekend at sunset.
JetBlue 1601 from JFK.
Rocco's Tacos. Opens 11:30, on your list, and the right thing to eat after a 07:30 flight.
Try for early check-in. Ryan is asking Sylwester about an earlier bag drop so we aren't dragging them down Las Olas.
Unpack, cold shower, do nothing on purpose.
It clears by 20:00 every night. Ten minutes east.
Nothing serious. Coral Ridge is quiet, which is the point on night one.
Lowest rain chance of the four days, so the outdoor thing goes here. Then the one proper dinner.
Fenix opens 09:00, Porfa and Un Attimo are close. All three on your list.
Living coral reef 100 feet off the beach — you swim to it from shore. Marked trail off Datura Ave with a replica 1800s shipwreck, then a second reef with tarpon, rays, turtles. Ten minutes north. Most people who come here never hear about it.
Alma Matcha. Large butterfly mural on the front of the building.
1920 estate on the beach — art, gardens, the house. Open 11:00–16:00 only and closed Mondays, so it is today or Sunday. Mostly indoors, so the storm is irrelevant.
The one real dinner. Handmade pasta, big garden room, Las Olas. Needs booking ahead on a Saturday.
38 minutes on the train, no car, no parking. The day that makes this a trip instead of a long weekend.
Station is downtown, near Las Olas.
38 minutes, hourly, $15–27 each way. No car, no parking, nobody has to stay sober.
A 1916 Italian villa on Biscayne Bay, formal gardens running to the water. Art, history and views in one place. $15 each. We go at opening, before it turns brutal.
Calle Ocho. Ventanita coffee, dominoes in the park, the whole thing.
Murals outside, galleries and bars inside when it comes down.
Trains run until nearly midnight, so this one is open.
Slow morning, short beach, one meal. Bonnet House is closed Mondays so nothing is saved for today.
Coffee somewhere on your list. No alarm.
Before the heat index climbs. Back before noon.
Archibalds closes at 15:00, so it works. Adam & Joe's is the other one.
Airport is twenty minutes away.
JetBlue 1802, lands JFK 21:39.
Nothing here is committed. Confirm the ones you want and they get worked in.
All-day hop-on-hop-off on the Intracoastal. The Venice of America thing, doubles as transport.
Two hours on the water after the storms clear. More romantic than useful.
An hour on the Intracoastal. Loud, fast, not remotely relaxing.
The other genuine bucket-list option, but 45 minutes west and it needs a rental car.
Larb Thai-Isan or Thai Spice. Both on your list, neither made the cut yet.
KoCo, Jade Tea House, Luckys, D for Dessert, Citrus Isles. Name them and they get worked in.
Every status you set and every note you write lands here, and on his phone.
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