Coconuts are all over the place in Miami Beach, but they’re all out of reach. (Unless, of course, you’re the guy with the twenty-foot clippers we saw wandering around South Beach.) There are some on the ground, but they’re almost always pretty mangy and insect-infested. I finally found one that looked pretty fresh. It was cracked, but it was still filled with its liquid (which is coconut water, not coconut milk). Not only did I drink the water through the crack, I convinced my friends Ursula and Gail to do the same. We all lived to tell the tale.