The trip from which we've just returned was very interesting. Ken and I had more time alone together than we ever have, and with less distraction. We took one duffel bag between the two of us because we were on the motorcycle. I took NO books, NO knitting. NO computer or internet use the entire time.
I must say that I compulsively read all the free travel magazines I could find, but that was useful for finding things to do and coupons!
We talked. We talked about what we want to do when we retire (which is to NOT live in Key West! but maybe somewhere else in the Keys), Brandon, our business, our home, our dogs, our famlies, God, the people we saw, and many other things. We held hands. We laughed. We ate delicious, fabulous, wonderful food. Conch fritters! Here's Ken at BO's Fish Wagon. Man, oh man. Was that some food.
Two different people asked if we were newlyweds. (Okay, one was selling something, but still....)
We don't tend to like touristy things so after a few days we'd had enough of Key West. It was great fun to ride back north and just stop in places. We visited several Sherwin Williams stores and talked with people about the striping trade there. :) You loves what you loves!
Riding on the motorcycle was fun but I have to say not excessively comfortable for me during the long distances on the highways. It didn't have the best back seat available for that (I learned afterward!). My sciatic nerve protested some; and highway riding was a bit like being beaten up. Ken and I were able to talk, though. You smell a lot of things! Some good and some not! And unusual things, like people doing laundry. I found highway riding a good time for praying.
The bike WAS a lot of fun in towns. That was great! I wouldn't mind riding with Ken around here at all.
We went to Pigeon Key, just west of Marathon Key, where the Seven Mile Bridge begins that links the Upper and Lower Keys. The workers who built the bridge starting in 1905 ("one pylon at a time") lived in pretty miserable conditions there. Now, one of the buildings still there is a little guest house that is for rent by the foundation that runs it. We saw a bunch of fish and a 3 foot shark off the dock. We daydreamed about renting the place and snorkeling all around it.
My grandfather was involved in soil testing during the building of the Overseas Highway through the Keys sometime in the late 1920's. The bridge was a different and earlier project, but it was still poignant to think of him and my grandmother there as newlyweds, helping on such a huge and far-reaching project.
Such a quiet time. No programming. The two things I especially wanted to do in Key West were: go to St. Paul's Episcopal Church on Sunday - four new Daughters of the King were installed at the service I attended! and go to the Hemingway Home, which was wonderful. Otherwise we just wandered. It was good for us and good to us.
We ended up coming home with the same amount of things we left with, plus: two Hemingway books (I just HAD to!), several pieces of coral and shells, and three T-shirts to replace dirty ones we threw away. Oh, and a little sun. And a renewed appreciation for our home, our dogs, and each other.