Travel to Miami: It’s Apparently Good Luck to Have Bird Doo Doo Dropped on You

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Exploring SoBe with My Cousins. See Our Shadows? And the Pay Telephone?

Exploring SoBe with My Cousins. See Our Shadows? And the Pay Telephone?

“Excuse me,” I said while stepping over the legs of three men who were each drinking from bottles covered in brown paper bags while sitting on a South Beach sidewalk. The warm sun was cooking the sidewalk which smelled like a combination beer, urine and sunscreen.

“Mucho gusto,” I then heard. That’s Spanish for “nice to meet you.”

Looking over my shoulder, an unshaven man followed me while pedaling a bicycle from the City’s bike-share program. “I want to be your friend.”

“No, go away,” I sternly replied.  Admittedly, I adjusted my backpack and held it a little tighter and stepped up my gait as I eyed my destination. I wasn’t sure if he intended to mug me or if he was really looking for a friend.

“Mucho gusto!” He called out again.

“No!” I yelled as I watched him pedal away.

The James Royal Palm Hotel in Miami’s South Beach was my destination. It’s where I was meeting up with two out-of-town cousins who I hadn’t seen in about five years. I had parked in one of the convenient city garages ($16 for the day) across the street and although it was a hop, skip and a jump away, Google Maps routed me the long way around, which was fine. It was a gorgeous SoBe afternoon.

Steps away from the hotel and my head soaking up the tropi-cool, Miami vibe, a splat of wetness landed on my right shin. If I were in New York or Chicago I would have thought it was splatter from a street puddle. But this is South Florida and after looking at what was on my leg, I knew it wasn’t from a puddle.

Oh no. The tan, translucent liquid undoubtedly hailed from a bird. For some reason, I immediately wiped it off my leg with my bare hand which meant although my leg looked clean, my hand was covered with a thin layer of an avian bombing. As to what kind of bird targeted me I don’t know. A starling? A wild parrot? A snow bird? It doesn’t matter.

I think the world of my cousins and family and when they’re in Florida, I’ll do what I can to meet up with them. I had driven three hours across the Sunshine State for this quick rendezvous and yet the dodgiest part of the trip was walking the 7 minutes to their hotel. However, I’ve since learned having a bird poop in you is good luck. I mean, what are the chances it’ll happen? And what are the chances it would land on my leg? If I only knew, I would have purchased a lottery ticket!

At least the experience gave me a little tale to blog about, right?

Has a bird ever dropped doo doo on you?

Author: Solo Travel Girl

Originally from Buffalo, N.Y., a hiking trail led Jennifer Huber, aka: Solo Travel Girl, to a career path in tourism. She has worked in the tourism industry for more than 20 years including 10 years with a park management company in Yellowstone, Death Valley and Everglades National Park. She currently lives in Southwest Florida, and maintains this travel blog with the goal of inspiring others to travel alone, not lonely.

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  1. Not so far, and I’m very happy that hasn’t happened. I once walked under a tree, and my best friend (at the time) pushed me out the way before a bird could do so. But I’m the type of person who uses antibacterial ointment after shaking hands so I already know I’d completely overreact should it happen to me.

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