Sorry, couldn’t get more creative with a title than that. Beach Roosters. WTH? I guess that’s what no sleep and morphine will do to a person. In any case, I’m still recovering from my little ER visit from Friday so I thought I’d sit down and try to capture through images our recent trip to Key West.
Firstly, what is it with Key West? I feel like a lot of folks have been going there lately and I’m not quite sure why. Maybe everyone got bitten by the Key West bug this winter? Who knows. Colin surprised me with a trip to go for Valentine’s Day because I’ve often wistfully admitted that a tropical trip during the winter in VA would be nice.
The irony is that while we were down in Key West, Charlottesville had a 74 degree day, which might have been warmer than where we were at the time. Life. Anyway, without further ado, here are some shots of our visit (with bebe in tow). It was warm, relaxing, and the rum was flowing. We got the chance to dip our toes in the ocean and lie on the sand. We met a baby squirrel that was rescued by a giant of a man on the beach (the disparity was hilarious), walked around with to-go beers with lids and straws (a first) and ate/walked our way through an amazing little island that was just my speed. We promised to go back again soon.
Day 1: We walked around after disembarking from our overnight stay on a boat in the harbor. Ate an amazing breakfast outside (!) walked down to where the Disney cruise ship was docked (no idea why) and saw this beautiful and slightly puzzling statue of a sailor kissing his girl. Oh, and then we met the owner of a couple restaurants at the bar we were having a drink at and he made us a reservation at a beautiful restaurant overlooking the docks. Perfect first day.
Day 2: We woke up across from Hemingway’s home. It felt surreal. Our inn was perfectly appointed and so relaxing and we spent the day exploring our new neighborhood, eating amazing food and walking to the beach.
The beach. First time for Teague! And him crying? That’s because we took him out of the water. Definitely our kid.
Day 3: Breakfast crepes, roosters & home to see the rest of our boys (and girl).
The trip was a welcome break from the rigor of everyday life. It certainly wasn’t enough time (only the weekend) but we missed our kids so much that we made promises to bring them back. I could get used to island life for sure.