Okay! This will be the last of my Key West posts (save for one on the Hemingway House that’s coming up)! I know that I can only inundate you guys with so many photos of paradise before you start to revolt! That, and it’s already cold here in England so I’m going to make myself bitter if I don’t stop!
One of my favorite things about Key West is how dedicated many establishments on the island are to being the “Southernmost” [insert thing here]. You’ve got the Southernmost Hotel, of course. And the Southernmost House. But did you know that just south of the Southernmost House is the Southernmost Southernmost House? We also have the Closest Gift Shop to Cuba, and so on. It’s a little neurotic but also quite endearing!
On our second day, Ryan was still suffering from a bit of jetlag, so I went out in search of getting some photos of the roosters that you hear non-stop when you’re in Key West. Not that I like birds – hate them – but if you can catch them in action, they make pretty good models!
I didn’t get my cocktail-filled pineapple on this trip (part of me cannot bring myself to spend $15 on something made with cheap rum) but I’m thinking about whipping some up when we’re in the dead of winter, just to bring some sunny spirits to England!
I think we came at the perfect time of year to get Key West not completely to ourselves, but with just the perfect amount of hustle and bustle. All the college kids are freshly back to school and the snow birds have yet to arrive, so the streets were pretty calm, and you could see gorgeous glimpses of the sunset down certain streets with your view only obstructed by trees and buildings. (Okay, and powerlines. And cars. But not people.)
Once I was able to get Ryan up and about, we headed back to Sunset Pier to (shock!) watch the sunset! Again, the lack of crowds made what is already an enjoyable experience even more fun. We didn’t have to cut through huge crowds and we were greeted with one of the most stunning sunsets that I’ve ever seen. The photos do it absolutely no justice.
After the sun was fully down, we wandered a bit more, booked ourselves on a Ghost Tour (which I highly recommend), then went back to our hotel for an early night before our drive back to Miami the next day.
Ryan’s time in South Florida was full of celebration and preparation to move back, and we really didn’t have the chance to relax or catch up with each other outside of this trip down to the Keys. We were gutted that we couldn’t fit in a trip back to The Wizarding World up in Orlando, but, frankly, that can wait. Key West has our hearts and we can’t wait to get back!
(And thank you for the sweet messages on my last post! 30 is treating me quite well and being back to real life is excellent!)