A bit of catching up. I can't really catch up but I can try. A little bit. Bear with me; there will be too many photos and I'm trying hard to make it not many at all. Not my forte...
The guys wanted to show me a place I might want to camp if I was in South Florida. It's an old, private rv place, well maintained, with every amenity possible and while it is nice in every way, it's a little too manicured for me. But knowing it exists is a good thing and a quick stroll (quick because there was a security guard who was going to be on our case in about 10 seconds) was informative.
|One very cool thing was the number of tiny houses for rent.|
|I wish I could have gone inside some of them.|
|A bit different. I like it.|
|Along the way|
|Homestead is one of the gardens of Florida. You name it, it is probably being grown here.|
And for the first time, I asked the guys to turn around. This house was just something I couldn't miss. It is NOT the Coral Castle you might have been to or read about, this is something else. If I had the one point four million to buy it and the extra two to fix it up, I'd be a homeowner in Homestead.
|I would love to know the history here.|
|There are lots of fossils in the coral. Notice the big brain coral on the corner of the archway?|
|I haven't seen tiled floors like this since my apartment on St. Croix.|
|Was someone running a market out of here?|
|The guys had to drag me out of there.|
|Yes, I think this bird really is that pissed off. As well it should be.|
|Truthfully, I don't think this is a joke.|
|Hey, they can call me a dreamer.|
And onward. We were headed to the Keys. Yes we were. At about 10 mph for about 25 miles. No, there was no accident, there were just people. Lots and lots of cars and trucks and RV's and motorcycles, all trying to get to the same place.
|We missed our last chance.|
|One funny thing. As we drove along, passing the same people who passed us, over and over, this guy in his Jag, was just all over the place. Finally he tries to pass the people in the SUV in front of us. If you look closely, you can see the driver is too short to even be seen over the head rest. HOWEVER the passenger was pretty big. So when the Jag guy screams 'MOVE IT YOU F****, the huge blond guy gets out and tells him what he can do to himself. The guy in the Jag drops back, puts a hat on and tries to disappear. A lot of laughter in a lot of cars.|
We finally made it to Alabama Jack's. My brother ignored the line and headed right in. I was right behind him. Robert was...I'm not sure but he caught up. We broke many rules I'd never break here (but then, if there was a line that long I'd either leave or...leave).
|Amazingly, I did find the quiet spot. And the empty bathroom. If you ask nicely, I'll tell you where it is.|
|Good bye, crazy South South Florida.|
And now put your jogging shoes on because we're approaching the finish. Almost. Pretty much.
|Where the blimp is kept. The blimp you aren't allowed to ride on anymore unless you are a muckety muck. Which seems weird since the reason regular passengers can't passage anymore is supposedly safety risks since 9/11. Go figure.|
|Very cool carousel|
Out in the parking lot was this little guy. There is also a storefront business in the mall, but I think the goodies would taste better from this.
And then it was the morning of 'time to go'. And a very beautiful morning it was. We took one last walk to the beach.
Good-bye, Florida! I had a great time with you (and you and you and you).
Have a sneeze-free Saturday! Do something sublime. Or subrosa.