We’re slowly waking with aching legs and feet after our day of adventure yesterday; Mondays really DO have an air of ‘blerg’, don’t they?!
With northerlies gusting to the 20s yesterday, the anchorage was messy, so we stayed close (Lily went on a mini deserted island exploration with friends in the morning while we lounged) before spending the rest of the day ‘on the town’.
Step one is our dinghy ride, which is a fifteen minute affair on a calm day- add wind, and the ride gets good, but your things get wet. At least for the trip in we were running down wind.. Our trek from the dinghy dock is about a mile, but feels a bit longer when you have the two 8 year olds gathering trash along the way like it’s their only true purpose in life. Sweet, but slow, good Samaritans.
We wove our way into town on the docks, goggling at giant tarpon feeding, every kind of boat tour imaginable, and loads of spring breakers, starting early to make THEIR Mondays feel ‘amazing’.
With the only true goal to see Mallory Square at sunset, we passed the time by walking, people watching (which, in Key West also includes parrot, monkey, chicken, and dogs-in-sunglasses watching), eating, and drinking.
Sunset was all that that we were expecting, and then some. Fire eaters, knife jugglers, magicians, acrobats, and the inexplicable performance of a crazy Frenchman and his beleaguered coterie of cats. The cats themselves were definitely secondary to his bizarre ramblings and exclamations in vibrato.
We slooowly made our way back to the dinghy dock, where we covered ourselves in garbage bags (the Squatleys live on!) to stay dry for the long, spray-filled dinghy trek home. At 9:45pm. Wowza, tired family. So now, this Monday?! It’s a slow start.