When in Florida, I take my fruit the way I can. Vitamins, first and foremost. This smoothie (or was it more a daiquiri) was delish, in the amusing company of my bro-in-law. We drove to Key West early in the morning and had brunch at one of the harbor restaurants. See how my carrot eating cure paid off a little – my otherwise so pale complexion seems to have some glow to it, whew!
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I wanted to go all fruity and unitoned with my outfit. A lady at a shop told me that my ensemble was “so Key West”. Of course that made me smile. A lot of young girls covet these flower decorated flip flips when I walk by.
Here’s a glimpse of the famous Key West sunrise. Catching one wasn’t an easy task. We got to the Keys a dash too late, regardless of a certain plan. If driving from Miami, be sure to leave well before the forecast sunrise, like an hour and a half earlier, because the first good sun viewing point can be found only on the second key Islamorada, not on the first one Key Largo.
Chilling at point zero of US Interstate 1. It’s just a humble road sign but a symbol and an idea of a start. The hubs wants to go get a shot of the equivalent, the sign at the end of the highway, in Maine. Somehow I’m a lot less enthusiastic, although I do love the Maine Coast.
I had my share of daiquiris and mojitos down South. The former definitely being my favorite But not a watery one – I like my cocktails generous in alcohol. You know, when you can taste that “this ain’t fruit juice”. I’m not a fruit juice drinker anyway. I either eat them, or gulp down with booze. At least that’s clear now. But all with style and moderation. I can only stand three drinks in a soiree anyway. I’m a baby drinker, as the hubs and I would say. He’s pretty much the same.
Check out the three-dimensional street art behind me. See it again two pics down when my bro-in-law is sitting in the pictured vessel? In which does the 3D-effect come into play more?
Key West is the perfect combination of tropical, heat-induced tranquil pace of life and American standard of living. I can very well see myself spending my old days there. The beaches aren’t magnificent. You have some but they are scattered here and there, and are really tiny. The airport next to the city of Key West does seem to bring, along with the happy vacationers, quite a lot of noise. Nevertheless, I could see myself blissful there. Sipping morning coffee on my porch. Taking a walk at the waterfront. Admiring sunsets at the end of the day. We’ll see about that in a few decades.
May I present you the Cake Monster… oops, the hubs. Who considers it his job to eat all the local delicacies wherever he may wander. Actually now I’ve put him on a diet.
Sloppy Joe’s is a classic – you can leave your bra there, too. But please girls, let’s change the trend and leave something with lace. Now the place is overflowing with those boring, unicolored t-shirt bras. Is it my French influence or what but I find that not so sexy. Then again, maybe you’d want to keep your best seduction weapon bras to yourself.
A due end to the day – a legendary Key West sunset savored at the the traditional sunset watching place the Mallory Square. Many artists and street performers gather there. The ambiance is relaxed, even a bit hippish. You can hang out as you wish.
For sure, Key West stole my heart even more this second time around. It’s so different mood wise from Miami.