The speed limit in Florida is much slower than Texas, or at least our neck of the woods of Texas, compared to the neck of the woods we were visiting in Florida.
Most of the time we were driving in the Keys it was 45 miles an hour but I’m supposing it was because we were jallopy-ing through conservation areas.
Hubs would look down at the speedometer and say,
“Blimey, I’m doing 65! Doesn’t seem like it does it?”
Except he didn’t say “blimey” that would have been me if I’d been driving. He probably said, “Dang!”
We poddled along at the speed limit while others passed us.
With my blue hair we were probably excused as old.
It took longer to get to places not only because we couldn’t floor it to 80 but also because the roads went down to one lane as they crossed causeways and bridges between the islands, which was painstakingly often.
Hemmingway’s house at Mile Marker 0 was my favourite part of the Keys by far, I am now sold on Colonial,
which is not good news for us and our planned move from ranch. Plantation is more of the style here in the deep south where the stars are bright.
Hemmingway loved cats, he had a six-toed one and its offspring are still around…so they say. There were many felines in the house disobeying the signs commanding sightseers not to sit in the chairs or lie on the beds, you know how cats are! There were dozens outside too and after reading our way through the cat cemetery we picked a path among the live descendants. Verminous came to mind and I like cats.
For some reason there were roosters wandering the streets in Key West.
They crowed at intervals establishing their rights as they strutted among the hens and their chicks also roaming the pavements and nesting in public flowerbeds.
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
We saw alligators during our not so fun ride through the everglades in an air boat,
we got drenched with brackish water and deafened by squeals of laughter from the teenagers in the front encouraging the driver, high up behind us, to recklessly spin the boat on a sixpence.
The heaving mass of alligators at feeding time was repulsive but compelling,
fierce-some creatures, not at all warm and cuddly like the cats or the Sebastapol Geese,
South Beach was my favourite part of Florida. We experienced city driving in Miami at 20 miles an hour, but the skyline,
pastel buildings,
and cruise ship sightings,
were well worth the crawl.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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