Motor Vehicle Department

«Hola mami, que tu quieres?»
Ummm… una licencia y un café con leche?
¡Ayyyyyy maaaaami, pero aqui no tenemos café con leche!
This statement pretty much sums up why I love Miami. Even at the DMV, they address me like family. I showed up first thing this morning to trade in my free-​loving California license for a Florida one and considering the bad rap DMVs get (particularly ones in Miami), I was pleasantly surprised with this morning’s breezy encounter.
I showed up at 8:30 (they open at 8) and it took no more than 30 minutes to get my new license. All the employees were joking with each other. Most spoke Spanish and broken English while others were just the opposite. There seemed to be a real sense of community here. In the DMV office?! Yeah! Totally!
Conveniently located next to a food court, your café con leche isn’t more than 100 paces from the DMV’s entrance. Word to the wise: get there before 9am and double check your license after it’s handed to you (apparently I live on Euclid, not Meridian). Either way, ¡tremendo negocio!