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Traditional Living Room in Miami Inspiration for a mid-sized, classic, enclosed living room library remodel with a media wall and travertine floors.

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Enclosed Living Room in Miami Mid-sized traditional enclosed living room library idea with white walls and a media wall, travertine flooring, and a beige floor.

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Miami Roofing Idea for a one-story, medium-sized traditional stucco home with a hip roof and a tile roof.

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Miami Living Room

Image of a medium-sized, sophisticated enclosed living room library with a media wall and travertine floors.

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point bonita, california poster (fave)

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Coming into Ballandra bay, Baja California Sur, Mexico

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Benefits of Private Home Rental in Marco Island, Bonita Springs, Pelican Bay, North Naples, and Naples, FL

Going away for a few days can help one to stay refreshed and healthy. Getting out of the crowded city to spend a few days amongst nature is an ideal getaway idea for many. Unfortunately, the costs become too steep when considering checking into a hotel with all amenities. Hiring a sprawling villa replete with a swimming pool and sports facility may be underused for city-born individuals. All is not lost, though. The many available condo rentals in Marco Island, Bonita Springs, Pelican Bay, North Naples, and Naples, FL, provide the best solution for a weekend getaway or staycation. No worries! The condo unit may also be used as a workplace away from home for the workaholics. ​ It is not surprising, therefore, to find vacation rental condos advertised to tourists. The holidaymaker can choose from various sizes with condo units ranging from a single room to 4 to 5 rooms, plus a well-stocked kitchen. Finding a home away from home is simple when one decides to book a condo to spend quality time with loved ones. Rental condos are popular for many reasons, especially the following attributes that are significantly appreciated: -

1. Location- It is essential to understand that condo living has become popular in urban areas nationwide. This still holds true with the rental condos being located conveniently near shopping areas, restaurants, and tourist spots often frequented by vacationers and people visiting for work. Proximity to all the desired areas ensures low transportation rates, as most spots are accessible by walking or hiring a bicycle/scooter.

2. Privacy—Rental condos offer fantastic privacy. Couples and families can spend their time as desired without being cautious of prying eyes. Most condos located in tourist locations have spacious balconies that enable users to gaze at the ocean or the lofty snow-clad mountains from their condo unit.

3. Food- Sending out delicious food and local specialties is guaranteed as most eateries within walking distance are sure to deliver the dishes when ordered. What’s more? Most condo units include a well-stocked kitchen replete with cookware and a refrigerator. The user can choose to cook healthy meals as needed. This becomes particularly helpful when kids with food restrictions travel with the family.

4. Security—Almost all condominiums are located within a gated community with sentries posted at the entrance. This ensures complete security, with instances of break-ins and burglaries being few and far between. Moreover, the condos are also under CCTV surveillance, with each renter being provided with important contact numbers for the police station, fire fighting unit, and suppliers to obtain immediate assistance.

5. Cost-Effective- Last but not least is the price that makes most tourists and vacationers happy. The rates for renting a condo when on vacation are likely to be affordable as compared to a sprawling villa, hotel room, or private home.

People hoping to stay more than a week can go for a private home rental in Marco Island, Bonita Springs, Pelican Bay, North Naples, and Naples, FL, that offers functionality, privacy, and a host of amenities to fulfill all purposes. 

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Dramatic Before and After Drone Footage of Coastal SWFL – Impact of Hurricane Ian on Big Hickory Island

This striking drone footage captures the devastating impact Hurricane Ian had on Bonita Springs, including the beloved Big Hickory Island. Once a pristine paradise and a favorite spot for kayaking, the island’s landscape has been drastically altered. Witness the powerful forces of nature as they reshape one of SWFL’s most cherished coastal areas. Please enjoy, like, and subscribe for more updates.

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Spanish Wells Florida - The Owens Jablonski Team

In the Naples, Florida, real estate market, the Owens Jablonski Team is distinguished through its commitment to quality and customer-focused methodology. With an emphasis on opulent neighborhoods such as Spanish Wells Florida, we provide perceptive guidance and thorough market analysis tailored to your specific real estate requirements. Whether you're looking to purchase or sell in Spanish Wells, the team's knowledge and attentive service guarantee a smooth transaction. You can rely on The Owens Jablonski Team because of our extensive experience and dedication to helping clients achieve their goals. The Owens Jablonski Team offers superior real estate services in Spanish Wells and surrounding areas.

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Living Room in Miami Inspiration for a mid-sized, classic, enclosed living room library remodel with a media wall and travertine floors.

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8 ways to explore the Bay Area without breaking the bank

The Bay Area is one of the most iconic and culturally rich regions in the United States, with a unique blend of natural beauty, diversity, and history. From the stunning vistas of the Golden Gate Bridge to the vibrant cultural scene of San Francisco, there are countless reasons to explore this dynamic region. Exploring the Bay Area can be a dream come true for many, but it can also be expensive.…

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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 | Javier Pena x fem!reader

summary | your boyfriend delivers the worst news possible on what should be a day filled with love. luckily your coworker is there in wait, not allowing a perfectly good dinner reservation to go to waste. [2.5k]

content warning | this is probably the tamest thing i've ever written, who am i? mostly fluff, vague descriptions of your boyfriend (technically ex-boyfriend/some misogyny (not by javi), small age gap, co-workers, dinner dates and more, unrequited (innocent) crushes, minimal spanish (mostly just pet names), open-ended

author’s note | @pascalispretty happy valentines day!! this is my first time doing one of these and i was your secret valentine, but i hope you enjoy! i haven't written for javi in so long and i was really craving some soft!javi so this was a joy to write. i hope you enjoy!

You hated the stigma around holidays and what they meant, what they entailed, and why people upheld them so highly. But, here you were—tapping your fingers insistently against the desk across from the pool of DEA agents who would throw a file of paperwork on your desk and expect it to magically poof away and, by default, relinquish themself of any responsibility over it in the process.

You couldn’t fault them all—some of them actually managed to follow instructions. A signature here and there, all in order, leaving with little work to do other than file it away. Murphy followed it to a degree that made you think he probably has some time of background outside of here, back in the states. Always uniform, always proper—he’d been a good addition from the start and a perfect match to Javier Pena’s strong personality and unwillingness to give up control.

He also smiled at you every morning and offered a kind greeting, a small acknowledgment of your existence which couldn’t be spared by many others.

As for Javier—he did the work. There was never an issue, but halfway through an expository to a question he asks his attention is drawn elsewhere. Usually to one of the other few in-office secretaries or visitors that just couldn’t resist a bite at the overconfident and suave agent.

You could see the appeal, but that didn’t mean you had to like it—sometimes it impeded your ability to communicate with him and it really, really annoyed you.

Plus, your boyfriend was perfect. Too perfect that it felt unreal at times, but as all things in your life tended to implode on you—you were waiting for the ball to drop.

“Buenos días, señorita.” Javier greets with a smile that shines perfectly under his thick mustache, dressed in his usual pairing of tight jeans and form-fitting button up. This one was pink though, or a deep red. Jesus, how many different ones did he own?

You snort softly, “Morning, Javi.”

And you’re expecting that crisp folder to slide onto your desk but he’s traversing down the steps into the bay of other desks, straight for his. He’s still in eyeline, his and Steve’s shared workspace right in the center.

His eyes flit up briefly, scanning the room before they land on you again and of course you’re staring, but not for the reasons he’s assuming. And there’s a fierceness behind your eyes that he’s seen before, like he’s about to be lectured.

You grab at an empty file on your desk and hold it up lazily, eyebrows raising in expectation. 

“Oh shit,” He curses lowly, but not soft enough for you to miss before he’s reaching in his desk and holding up the paperwork, “Here—I’ve got it.”

You pluck the item from his grip as he approaches, this time lingering. He’s got his fingers spread out wide on your desk and he leans, practically towers as you sift through his work quietly before jotting something down on a separate sticky note and filing it away for the time being.

“Sorry, bonita,” He apologized, some sincerity in his voice, “I stayed late last night and finished it up but you were already gone—I don’t forget, you know that.”

“All good,” You offer a polite smile and he still doesn’t move, nodding kindly to a few women that pass by, seemingly more done-up than usual, “big plans tonight?”

A man like Javier, there was no way he spent Valentine's Day alone.

Javier offers a non-commital shrug and nods his head in your direction, “What about you? You got that boyfriend, right? Kid with the glasses?”

And okay, Javier was a good chunk older than you. Ten years, maybe. But, kid? Please.

“Yes, that kid.” You roll your eyes light-heartedly. “Um, I reserved a table for dinner at that restaurant Steve recommended a couple months ago. The one he took Connie to.”

“Yeah—yeah, I know that place.” Been a few times, it lingers on his tongue. It didn’t matter if he went alone, the food was decent enough. “You made the reservation?”

“Come on, Javi,” You slap at his forearm gently, “It's not that big of a deal—besides I just…need a break. I thought dinner would be nice.”

“You know I can’t judge you for living at this place,” Javier says around a soft chuckle, “I’m guilty of it too.”

Many nights spent stuck in the office with just you and Javier—the occasional appearance of Steve. It led you to learn a few things about the men, even if inadvertently.

When leads were dry, Javier will go through half a pack in a day and Steve would chew at his fingernails almost constantly, tapping and fidgeting nearly nonstop. They both had obvious tells—a more obvious one for Javier being the close-mouthed smile he gave to women he wasn’t interested in but still remained polite to while the other, the unabashed grin was reserved for the women who piqued his interest.

He's given you both, but that was beside the point. 

“Any recommendations?” You ask curiously, fidgeting with the plastic clip on your pen.

Javier considers it briefly, lips pursing together as he taps his pointer finger in thought, “Well, the Pescado Frito they have is pretty good—can’t really go wrong with that.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You note, leaning back in your chair as you spot Steve making his way into the office.

“I thought you hated holidays like this?” Javier questions curiously, a sentiment he shared. They seemed pointless outside of the few that offered him a reprieve from work.

You shrug, looking away briefly to avoid his steadfast gaze.

“Well, I don’t think all of us are impervious to stuff—I wanted to do something…nice. I guess?”

Javier isn’t entirely convinced, seeing the uncertainty in your shy smile but he lets it go, slapping the desk lightly before waving a quick goodbye as Steve pulls him aside.

It had to be intel—and good intel at that by the way Javier’s face morphs into sudden interest, thumb and pointer finger brushing over his mustache.

And really, you shouldn’t keep staring at him. Not with that dinner on the forefront of your mind, the one you had so meticulously planned out for you and your boyfriend.

Things had to be perfect. There was no other option.

But, then Javier chances another glance in your direction and something swells in your throat—anxiety, sadness. You can't quite place it, but you swallow it down. Force it away.

Only a few more hours to go.

-

The call comes an hour before you’re due to head home, already packing up your belongings preemptively. And you smile at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice.

It’s been a few months. Good months. Too good.

He was younger, like you—some IT guy in his earlier twenties with a kind heart. Or, so you assumed.

“Hey,” You answer softly, lightly into the phone, “reservations are in a couple hours.”

“About that,” His voice sounds off, distant, “I don’t think I can make it.”

Your heart drops into your stomach and you find yourself chewing at your bottom lip in worry, watching wearily as Javier and Steve hold matching coffees in their grip, marching back to their desks in sync. Javier’s gaze lingers for a moment, a normal motion he did just to check on you.

Nothing more.

But, he spots the change in your emotion.

Still, he continues on.

“What—I—I’ve had these reservations for two weeks,” You reply in a hushed voice, trying to contain your frustration, “what happened—what changed?”

“I just—I don’t really know how to say this,” The dread is immediate, but your mind is filled with anger—rigid, bitter anger that wants to bite, “I think we should break up.”

“Are you fucking serious?” The small outburst catches the attention of you people but you avoid their gaze, even more pointedly Javier, who’s gone from inconspicuously spying to full on gawking now, alongside Steve who had a sudden interest. They’ve never seen you like…this. “Today? This felt like a good thing to tell me today?”

“I’ve been trying—“

“You’re an asshole.” You bite harshly, “You can pick your shit up from my apartment this weekend.”

You don’t let him have the final word, slamming the phone back down into the receiver and ignoring the gathering stares and sparse, hushed whispers.

You could sit and wallow, allow yourself to stew in regret and worry, wondering what you did wrong—but you knew it wasn’t you. It couldn’t have been. All the trying and trying and trying you do, the maximum amount of effort met with little enthusiasm. You were naive to think that things would work,

You’re thankful when the shift nears its end and people file out quietly, albeit with a few side-stares, you find yourself mulling over the idea of canceling the reservation completely. But, then there was perfectly good, hard-earned money going to waste. And you could eat by yourself, but the idea seemed even more miserable as you had specifically booked a table for two, decorations and accommodation to match. It felt ridiculous, in hindsight. 

You pass the stack of paperwork off to your boss as you step into his office, scurrying back to your desk with your head down—already prepared to go home and wallow in your self-pity.

“You alright?” Javier asks suddenly, jumping slightly at his voice as you turn on your heels, hip bumping into your desk in the process, wincing at the pain, “shit—sorry.”

He’s smiling to lighten the mood but it doesn’t help.

“You’re…fine,” You wave him off, leaning into the weight of the desk as he lingers, fingers shoved into the front pockets of his pants, “I’m heading home in a bit.”

“No dinner?” He asks curiously—if he was attempting to be coy he was doing a terrible joy.

It was only minimally amusing, cracking a smug smile at his obvious prying. 

“No dinner,” You confirm, “and he broke up with me, so…”

“Cabrón,” He says under his breath, but it isn’t lost on you, “I’m sorry—that’s…fucked up.”

You shrug, “Now I’m debating on canceling and wasting the money I put down to reserve it or looking pathetic if I show up by myself—“

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that.” Javier defends, speaking entirely from personal experience. 

“Javi, it’s Valentine’s Day.” 

“And?”

Suddenly though, you’re struck with an idea. 

“Are you busy?” You ask curiously and Javier raises a curious eyebrow your way and smirks, “No ladies in waiting tonight?”

“Not yet.” Javier jokes lightly, knowing his usual routine of hitting the bar after work would end in one of two ways, and even if he didn’t mind spending his nights alone, it was nice to be in the company of others in whatever capacity.

“Go with me.” You suggest, poking at his bicep. “Since you love the place so much.”

“Come on, hermosa,” Javier chides playfully, “If you wanted to take me on a date, just ask.”

You grin wide, heart fluttering at the flirtatious tone he carried in his voice—it wasn’t something you weren’t used to, but it was never so pointedly directed at you.

“I am,” You tell him, “I just—I’ll need to go home and change first.”

His brow furrows and he looks you over, seeing nothing wrong, “Why? You look fine. You always do.”

It’s something he tells you daily—and maybe he has his own selfish reasons, though you know he does it to most of the women in the office, but the way he’s saying it to you now feels different.

He means it, no humor in his voice.

“My—” You can’t even address him in the moment, rolling your eyes with full force as you rub your fingers over your forehead to will away the lines of stress that form there, “I just—he used to say work clothes never complimented me very well. I already had a dress picked out, I can be quick.”

“Save it. I think you look perfect.” Javier affirms softly, keys jingling in his back pocket as he fishes them out, “I’ll drive us.

“But, my car—”

And hand breaches your shoulder, hot to the touch as his fingers curl around your form.

“Hey,” He’s searching for your eyes, waiting until they lock with his own and he nods, expecting the same motion to make sure you’re with him, “I’ll drive you there and back, you don’t have to change—we can enjoy some good food and forget about your shitty boyfriend, alright?”

You nod quietly, earning a gentle squeeze in response.

–

It wasn’t a date, not in the slightest. But, Javier did his damndest to make you feel like it was.

And maybe it was the guilt over him knowing you just got dumped—that whatever you had spent so much time planning had fell out underneath you, but it didn’t quell the nervous anxiety that you felt as you both sipped on a shared bottle of wine and your separate dinners, watching Javier grimace around the lip of his wine glass.

“Horrible, right?” You laugh softly, watching as he forces the liquid down and nods jerkily.

“Food is great, though—the wine,” Javier makes a face of uneasiness that has you covering a laugh with your palm, “—that’s why I stick with tequila or whiskey.”

“Can’t say I have much of a preference,” You admit, “as long as it does the job.”

Javier nods knowingly, stabbing his fork into a piece of food and chewing thoughtfully, the fingers of his unoccupied hand rubbing together as an idea forms in his head, “You know, if you’re not busy I was going to meet up with Steve and Connie for a drink. Later tonight—if you’re interested?”

You can’t believe how instantly you want to agree, blaming it on your impulsivity. 

“Javi, I don’t know,” You respond quietly, “I don’t—I don’t really go out like that.”

“Well—that dress you were talking about. It wouldn’t go completely to waste if you wanted to wear it out tonight. Plus, you treated me to a nice dinner—let me treat you to a couple drinks.”

It sounds like the perfect idea. Too perfect. Too good to be true.

“Javi,” You tease shyly, “if you’re trying to ask me out on a date just say it.”

Javier chuckles softly and you know it’s only an attempt to make a shitty day not so shitty, but the underlying chase you two have allowed to happen for so long now was unobscured by outside forces and you hated how easy it was for him to distract you from everything that had transpired today.

“Is that a yes?” Javier teases.

You sigh reluctantly, though a subtle grin pulls at your face, eyes soften at the expectant look on Javier’s face, all puppy-eyed and nothing like the man you’re used to seeing in the office. This was a side of him that felt new and you were curious to discover more. You nod.

“Well, hermosa—I guess it’s a date then.”

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SENTENCE STARTERS

BARRIO FRANCÉS: Aquí puedes visitar sitios como la famosísima calle Bourbon, célebre por sus establecimientos de bebida. Existen bares icónicos como la Old Absinthe House, el Pat O’Brien’s bar, conocido por inventar un cóctel rojo llamado Huracán. También está el Mercado Francés, donde se encuentra desde comida fresca hasta un mercado de pulgas. ¡No olvides dar una vuelta en carruaje por las rues del barrio!

“Toda esta música me pone de buen humor”

“Creo que voy a pasear en carruaje, ¿quieres acompañarme?”

“Me dijeron que este es el cóctel más famoso de Nueva Orlean, pero puaj, es demasiado dulce”

“¡Hay tantas cosas hermosas aquí! No sé qué podría llevar como souvenir de vuelta a casa”

“Hm, esa camiseta es un tanto… particular. ¿Te la vas a llevar?”

TRANVÍA ST. CHARLES: En funcionamiento desde 1835, es la línea de tranvía en funcionamiento continuo más antigua del mundo y la mejor forma de ver la ciudad. Su recorrido comienza en las avenidas South Carrollton y South Claiborne, y termina al borde del Barrio Francés.

“¿Tranvía St. Charles? ¿Y dónde está el que se llama Deseo?”

“Muy lindo todo, pero podría ir más rápido, ¿no?”

“Nunca más me subiré a esa cosa”

“Bueno, esa fue una experiencia… Interesante”

MUSEO DE ARTE DE NUEVA ORLEANS: El Museo de Arte de Nueva Orleans (NOMA) tiene una de las colecciones de arte más grandes del sur de Estados Unidos, con una impresionante selección de arte francés, japonés, estadounidense y africano, así como el Jardín de Esculturas Besthoff. Los visitantes pasean por los jardines, exploran la colección permanente y asisten a muchas de las interesantes exposiciones temporales.

“Encuentro ese cuadro muy bonito aunque no sé nada de arte”

“Nunca entendí el punto de los museos…”

“Iba a sentarme aquí, pero esa estatua me perturba. ¿Me acompañas a buscar otro lugar donde descansar?”

“Este jardín es muy bonito para hacer un picnic… ¿Y adivina qué? ¡Traje provisiones!”

BUQUE DE VAPOR NATCHEZ (puerto del río Mississippi): Barco de vapor antiguo en el que se realizan paseos, con buffet, brunch y música jazz.

“¡Qué hermosa vista! Me encantaría vivir en este atardecer por siempre”

“Ya era hora de tener un poco de paz, ¿no crees?”

“La música jazz es tan relajante…”

“Nada mejor para despejar la mente de los problemas en Arcadia Bay que con un buen trago y una vista incluso mejor”

ACUARIO AUDUBON: Mostrando la riqueza de la vida marina que se encuentra en América del Norte y del Sur, el Acuario Audubon de las Américas es un destino de visita obligada para los amantes de la naturaleza. Desde el colorido arrecife caribeño recreado hasta una colonia de pingüinos, hay mucho para entretener a todos los grupos de edad.

“Qué bonita es esa nutria…”

“¿Crees que los animales entiendan por qué están encerrados?”

“No me gusta ese lagarto… Siento que en cualquier momento golpea el vidrio y sale para comerme”

“¿Me acompañas a la tienda de recuerdos? Quiero llevarme un peluche de pingüino”

MARDI GRAS WORLD: Recorrido de un almacén de trabajo donde se fabrican las carrozas para los desfiles de Mardi Gras en Nueva Orleans. Mardi Gras es una expresión francesa para denominar al carnaval.  El llamado “Martes de grasa” se refiere a que era el último día para disfrutar de los placeres tanto culinarios como carnales antes de la época de abstinencia que marca el inicio de la Cuaresma y Semana Santa.

“¡Oye! ¿Me tomas una foto aquí?”

“No sé si soy yo, pero algunas de las carrozas son bastante perturbadoras…”

“Los arlequines de la entrada me parecieron muy turbios, ¿no te pasó?”

“¡Mira! Una carroza del Hombre Araña. Esta sí que me gusta”

“Hay de todo aquí dentro. No pensé que se podían hacer tantas carrozas distintas”

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