It may be an awaited change to travel to new places and see interesting things, but there is nothing like sleeping in your own bed when you finally get home. Key West is interesting with its dichotomy of tourists and locals. Tourists trying to fit in to what ever bent and locals trying to stay upbeat while enduring the examination of all of the tourists. We had some good seafood, but the best for me was an outstanding thin crust pizza with Italian sausage, sun dried tomatoes and portobello mushrooms. Yum!
Camping out in a tent at Bahia Honda in the Keys was an experience. I figured the water we would be facing would be the ocean, which it was. What I didn't figure was that it would be on a mangrove which had a mucky shore that stunk to high heaven. You couldn't get near it and when the wind blew the smell was over powering. Yuck! We thought we would have an electrical hook up so we could watch a movie after dark, about 6:30pm. No, not to be. So bed time was 12 hours long. Which when you think about it, it takes that long to get 8 hours sleep when you are camping out in a tent. The air matress was cozy enough, but I can tell you that dressing and getting out of the tent can be a challenge at 70. The second night with the wind and thunderstorm from midnight on for sure. But, again we had some good eating from the camp stove. I figured, since I was foregoing all other creature comforts, we could go for some quality fish and steaks. Yesterday morning, though we bagged breakfast at camp, loaded up everything between rain storms, and stopped at McDonalds for some good old special oatmeal. Pretty tasty, actually!
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