My husband and I went to Key West for the weekend. After all, it was for my husband's birthday celebration. April 18. I gave Da-Wen his early birthday present. BOSS cologne. I'm thrilled to say that he loved it. I like being in this small, cute town. The people here really know the true meaning behind the word relaxing. I got to swim in the pool, soak in the hot tub, drink hard liquor with my husband, and hang out with Hemingway's cats. Well, that's just tip of the iceberg. I personally recommend Banana Cafe, especially if you're all about the crepe.
I tend to go to non-chain-family-owned restaurants, especially the ones who have seafood dishes. Maybe I'm just being a typical New Englander - the coastal snob, that is. I don't know. However, I do know is that I don't have the typical Mainer accent. It skipped me somehow. Maybe it's because I was always moving around before I head to Maine. There are different kinds of New Englanders, of course. I have an Uncle who is a lobster man and I have an aunt (a cook) who owns a seafood restaurant that serves no bullshit.
What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do - especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. ~William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways
I don't know how many times I went to the Hemmingway's home but I will always visit just for the cats alone.
We watched the sunset like an old married couple. “It’s beautiful.” “What, sweetie?” “I SAID IT’S BEAUTIFUL!” “Yeah, I am full, too. Great seafood, though!” Okay, I made the conversation up. Still.