1/5 Victor T. 2 years ago on Google
Googling
from
my
South
Miami
Airbnb,
I
wanted
the
closest
beach
to
spend
my
morning.
I
sorted
"beaches
near
me"
by
distance
and
set
out
for
Tahiti
Beach.
Sixteen
minutes
later,
after
I
passed
the
guard's
visual
search
(I'm
68,
white
&
male),
a
gate
opened
allowing
me
to
drive
for
another
five
minutes
past
temple-size
homes
with
immaculately
sculpted
lawns
and
long
entry
stairwells
leading
to
12-foot
doors.
Samsung's
directives
bolstered
my
courage
and
guided
me
along
its
blue-lit
path
to
my
destination,
now
only
a
few
turns
away.
Based
on
this
curving
colonnade
of
homes,
Tahiti
Beach
would
surely
be
more
wonderous
than
any
I
had
seen.
And
lo,
moments
later
the
last
gate
appeared
before
promised
paradise.
The
young,
beautiful
guard
stepped
down
from
her
post
kindly
asking
where
I
was
going.
I
heard,
"password
required"..
"I'm
here
to
check
out
the
beach,"
I
replied.
"There's
no
beach
here,"
she
replied.
"Hmmm.
Tahiti
Beach?"
I
said,
showing
her
my
phone,
"My
GPS...."
She
cut
me
off,
"It's
a
community,
not
a
beach."
And,
no,
I
couldn't
proceed
through
the
gate
to
make
my
U-turn.
I
was
instructed
to
make
my
U
in
reverse.
I
took
a
slightly
different
route
back
wishing
I
had
mounted
my
GoPro.
No
one
could
believe
these
temple
homes
weren't
built
for
gods.
Back
at
my
Airbnb,
Google
Earth
proved
there
was,
in
fact,
a
beach
at
the
end
of
my
route.
It
was
a
small
beach
in
a
protected
cove
adorning
four
more
temple
homes.
No
surf.
Murky
water.
But
Tahiti
Beach
is,
indeed,
a
beach,
not
a
community.
Check
it
out.
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