Singing 80s tunes all the way to Long Key. Specifically Toto's "Africa", as in "I bless the rains down in Africa". Ever listened to the rest of those lyrics? Bizarre.
We hit 50K on the CRV's odometer.
Tacky tourist shops in Key West. Some with tropical inspired club wear on well endowed mannequins. Hilariously a little boy saying, "Look Mommy, elephants!" presumably about something else in the window.
We tried Key Lime pie. As in, the original. I didn't care for it. If I'm going to have some sort of creamy pie, it might as well be chocolate.
Our next door neighbor at the state park was named Patty. Chatty Patty.
In Key West there is a clothing optional bar. No, we did not go. Think about it, where do you sit? Do you sit? How many sunburns do you see?
By the end of the week, our tent had more guy lines on it than a parade balloon to compensate for the crazy wind!
The oblivious guy with his kid who made the snorkel boat late said he was "trying to get a picture of his kid in front of the coral".
Heading back home and seeing all the palm trees around the Miami landfill. Sort of like rhinestones on a pig.
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