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Key West is the southernmost point in the United States.
When you stand at the spot pictured in the postcard to the
left, you are only 90 miles from Cuba.
Key West is also a party town. We walked down the
main street in the touristy section looking for dinner but
all that we saw were bikini shops on every corner and bars
in between. You got the feeling that everyone was out
for a good time, whatever the cost. Because it's so
isolated, it has a huge monopoly on tourism and everything
was very spendy. There were also lots of smokers.
Because it's an old town on a small island, the roads
are pretty narrow and there's a lot of one way streets so
most people rent mopeds or bikes to get around. With
Joshua it would have been a little tricky to do either.
We didn't want to drive because, first, we didn't want to
run over bikers or moped-ers and, second, Eli saw a minor
car crash as he was walking back to our room from parking
our car. So we were pretty limited in the amount of
stuff that we could see. I'm glad we had such a nice
room and it was pleasant to relax after the plane ride and
drive down anyway.
This is a picture of what was left of our dinner the first
night. After walking most of the length of Duval St.
and not finding a place to eat that suited our budget and
moralities, we discovered this Italian restaurant that
served pizza. We dined outside under a lovely tree in
a courtyard that was also the home of two brilliantly
colored parrots. We ordered a Caesar salad to split
and went for the whole pizza instead of ordering by the
slice. The waiter was a bit dubious, but did what we
asked. When he brought out our dinner, the cook came
too to see who it was that thought they had room for a whole
stuffed calzone! Eli and Joshua shared two slices and
I barely managed one. But we were set for lunch for
the next few days!
We drove over this remarkable Seven Mile Bridge on the way
down.
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