I’d be lying if I said I don’t like to be pampered. Bring on the 15-course tasting menus, the über-luxe spa treatments with cocoons of gold leaf, the vintage bourbons from a distiller’s private stash, the backstage passes, and so on. But let’s be realistic. When I’m traveling, I know how to make the dollar stretch―but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to give up 500-thread-count sheets and Bulgari toiletries. That’s why I love Miami, a city rife with indulgences.