Key West . . . Our Last Day

This time last week we were in Key West. It was sunny. It was warm. It is neither sunny nor warm here. I'm starting to think it will never be warm again . . . sigh . . . dramatic much?

Anyway, on Saturday we walked . . . a lot. We walked the length of the island and back and then some.

The Disney Magic was docked and screaming children and grouchy parents were disembarking for their last day before their cruise ended. It was all very "magical".

We visited the Butterfly Sanctuary where we saw butterflies, flamingoes, turtles, and the tiniest, cutest quail in the world. Those suckers definitely wouldn't have made good eating. You'd have to eat about 10 of them to even make a small meal. That was an extremely politically incorrect statement I just made. Don't worry I didn't say it to the women at the butterfly sanctuary. They would've passed out.

We walked to the Atlantic side of the island, and saw the Southernmost point in the mainland United States. The tip of Texas is pretty far south but not quite as far south as the big cement buoy, and "not quite" doesn't count. Oh well, I guess Texas can't be the best at everything (just almost everything). Also, I have no clue who those people are. I didn't want to wait in line to take a picture so I snapped one from a distance in between other people's turns. I could've cropped them out, but that would've required effort which I'm just not willing to put forth on this Friday morning.

 

We also visited the Truman Whitehouse which was great, but there were signs saying no photography, and our little tour guide seemed like a stickler for rules . . . so sorry, no pictures.

 

Saturday night we ate Cuban food . . . ummm, yum . . . and key lime pie because you can't visit Key West without eating key lime pie. Again no pictures. I got kind of lazy on the picture taking near the end of our trip. After we ate, we did a little more shopping, and then headed to bed pretty early.

 

Sunday morning it all came to an end, and we returned to the coldest "not quite winter" that Texas has had in years.  Like I said before we had a blast, but I missed Andrew like crazy (don't worry I missed Patrick too). It's the longest I've been away from Andrew, and I was really glad to see him. He was glad to see me too. He told me so. His exact words were, "I'm glad you're home because my hamper is full, full, full, and Dad can't cook." Now if that's not love . . .

 

To see a recap of the first part of our trip click here.