The banter of college kids roaming Duval St with cocktails in hand rather than the "Arrrrrr" of pirates that once raped and pillaged these parts
SMELL:
Damp ground and humidly salty air after a storm that lights the air and rattles your bones
SIGHT:
The Atlantic to the left, Gulf to the right, and the sun setting behind a Toy Story clouded lightning storm up ahead. The only place on the east coast you can watch the sun set over the water.
TASTE:
Cuban garlic shrimp whose flavor lingers over into tomorrows continental motel breakfast.Hoping for a Hemingway-esk inspiration while sipping rrefreshing mojitos and sicky sweat Rum Runners at his local watering hole (Sloppy Joe's)
TOUCH: Sweat, sweat, and more sticky sweat. I learned that the keen sweating skill, both my aunt and i posses, is an inherited trait from my grandfather culler but even the most southern bell lady would perspire in the molasses thick air in these parts.
The most tangy whipped (almost cheese cake-like in texture) key lime pie I've ever tasted.
the end of the US
mojitos and people watching, the perfect way to take a break from the heat
one of the 40 Hemingway 6 toed cats
Hemingway's custom built bed: 2 twin beds welded together to support his 200 lb 6'5'' stature and a head board that use to serve the purpose of being the entrance gate to a monastery in spain.
only 90 miles to cuba....i could swim that
view from Hemingway house....and the elegid way he successfully made it home from the bar every night
inside art
mode of transportation: mermaids
800 islands and this is the 2nd most photographed spot in the Keys
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