I'm on vacation, so I feel obliged to blog ... now that I have the time. Usually I feel as if I have to be inspired before writing anything, but they say writers just put pen to paper or fingers to keys any old time, and see what comes out. Let's see what comes out today.
Our trip to Key West was slower paced than I'd have preferred, but maybe this was just as well, given that the first thing I did on it was fall down. Our male company has, like, four diseases, so he can't walk the distances we can, and when he tries, he complains the whole time. But, as I said, just as well, because this kept the pace down and let me heal up.
Our hotel/resort's rooms had their own porches, on a (fake, but still nice for toe-wriggling) sand beach overlooking a canal. The only negative about our location was being downwind of the jet ski dock and fumes from whatever fuel they use. Other than that, it couldn't have been more restful for sitting with your morning coffee.
We could walk from the room to our choice of four pools, one with a (very expensive) pool bar that we tended to avoid except for morning coffee, because it was refillable. If one of the pools happened to be full of kids, you had your choice of progressively more distant and less populated waters.
On trips downtown, we went twice to our favorite breakfast joint--Colombian Grace--and were glad we did, because the building is closing for good in a month.
Native Colombian dishes, wonderful breakfasts, Colombian coffee and hot chocolate, and free sangria or mimosas, on the sidewalk in the Caribbean district, with fluffy-butted Angora chickens strolling by.
I'd show you a picture of the food, but that would be just wrong.
I will anyway. This South American delight is called The Delicious, and it was.
Of course we had to do the obligatory Southernmost Point photo. Cuba is out there behind us only 90 miles, but I don't think you can see 90 miles, can you?
We also happened upon the original location of Papa Hemingway's favorite bar--Capt Tony's. You'll be told that Sloppy Joe's is the real Hemingway hangout, but originally it was this little coalmine of a place, with brick columns and huge timbers festooned with bras (yes, bras--hey, this is KEY WEST). This was, in the mid-1800s, an ice house that also served as a morgue for Key West deaths both violent and normal. Probably more of the former because, in the middle of the bar, a tree grows up through the roof, purportedly the town "hanging tree" which counts among its victims a woman who murdered her husband and two children. She was nicknamed the "Lady in Blue" because of both the dress she wore to her hanging and the color she turned afterwards. I hoped to see her ghost but was disappointed. Below is the best photo I was able to find online that shows the inside of the bar, and you get to see Capt Tony as a bonus! He not only owned the saloon but also ran for mayor and won. His words of wisdom for posterity: ďAll you need in this life is a tremendous sex drive and a great ego, brains donít mean a s**t.Ē Gotta love Key West. Check out the Capt Tony's website (link below photo) if YOU have the time, too.
One of our finest meals also treated us to the famous Key West sunset. Not far from our hotel was Thai Life Floating Restaurant, a fabulous Thai restaurant on what I guess you'd call a houseboat. You could feel it rocking gently, but not enough to cause seasickness, luckily. Are we having a good time yet?
If you look carefully, you'll see, in the background, the cones and muddy sidewalk that mark the road construction that took me down at the beginning of the trip. I'm obviously none the worse for it.
A last look at the glorious Key West sunset: