Can you guess where we are? There are chickens and roosters roaming wild in the streets. Hemingway had a house here, and the descendants of his famous six toed cats still strut their stuff. We have landed in the Conch Republic of Key West, the southernmost spot of the US of A.
The Love Bug loves the heat! She was singing in the sunshine. We left 18 degree weather and touched down to 78. At sunset there are cat acrobatics and a juggler of swords on a unicycle. People are kind here, like Europeans they stop to talk to anyone with a baby. And I learn to see the world again through a baby’s eyes; the beautiful birds, the tropical flowers, the lovely small stones.
I am so thankful for the gift of this time with my family. For the laughter of our old friends, friends who knew us when we were just teenagers. The kind who will tell you the truth, even if it hurts.
Today we fed Richard the rooster, he takes bread right out of your hand. Tonight we will play some cards and maybe go for a swim. We’ll let the youngsters go out and party. All the party I need is sleeping right here in her crib. If she wakes, we’ll sing and dance in the moonlight. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!