Jose Gonzalez was walking his two sons to his car early one morning to drive them to school when he glanced across the street and had to do a double-take.
"It’s 7 in the morning and some guy is changing, opening the back of the trunk of his car, taking out his clothes, and pulling down his pants. He’s in a Speedo," says Gonzalez. "I’m going, what the hell is this?"
It was a strange scene for The Roads, a cozy Miami enclave nestled between Coral Way, Brickell and Coconut Grove, where families help each other find lost dogs and Facebook about stray foxes, traffic and stranger danger. But Gonzalez and his neighbors say they noticed a change around the holidays: Cars with California and Colorado license plates dominated on-street spots, Ubers picked up stragglers with backpacks, and random men and women on Fourth Avenue drank from cans in brown paper bags.
It turns out a homeowner across the street had leased her gated two-story, white-washed house to a new tenant who makes her money renting out properties on Airbnb. While living upstairs in the master bedroom, Bonny Tejada turned the ground floor of the six-bed, five-bath house into a hostel, renting […]