As a vegan, I’ve ordered omelets hold the eggs (because otherwise I tend to get steamed vegetables for breakfast when I actually want fried ones), had many a B.L.T. and asked to hold the bacon and the mayo, and requested shrimp scampi with the shrimp on the side (a vegan the Brawny Sherpa is not)….
Category: Florida
The Ghosts of West Martello Tower
The Bashful Adventurer encounters some ghosts at West Martello Tower in Key West, FL
The Duval Crawl
Standing at the corner of South and Duval Streets in Key West, the Brawny Sherpa and I are tempted first by the Southernmost on the Beach Cafe, which is an easy commute from our room at the little La Mer Hotel, which is part of the Southernmost Resorts. There’s no way we’re going to have…
Southernmost Shelter
Finding our bliss in Key West at La Mer, a part of Southernmost on the Beach
We Brake for Giant Lobsters
Traveling on U.S. 1 and desperately trying to spot mile markers, which seem to have shrunk over time, the Brawny Sherpa and I are in no particular hurry to land on Key West. If we see a curiosity, we’ll stop for the curiosity. We are barely out of our hotel parking lot before we come…
Chug-Chugging on the African Queen in Key Largo
On the second leg of our Florida Keys fling, the Brawny Sherpa and I head from Key Biscayne over to Key Largo, where we stay in a one-bedroom duplex at the oddly named Key West Inn at Key Largo where we inevitably wonder whether there is a Key Largo Inn at Key West. Our plans…
Biscayne, Largo, West
The Brawny Sherpa and I head to the Florida Keys while everyone else is obsessed with the holidays, or already hungover from them, or still regretting the government shutdown and embracing the frustration of Obamacare websites and this truly miserable economy. It seems the perfect time to flee, so we escape to a place guaranteed…
The Key West Wife
Visiting the Hemingway house in Key West, FL, the Bashful Adventurer finds his Key West wife.
Three Inns I Always Want to Return to
Some places stick in your memory even decades after you’ve been there. There’s magic in their atmosphere, or good fairies floating in their mirrors, or memorable scents in their soaps that bring serenity on a visit. No matter how far away I get, these are the places to which I always want to return: The…
The Oblivious Queens of Versailles
Visiting Versailles, the palace of French kings, and the Conciergerie, the prison where Queen Marie Antoinette spent her last days, one can’t help but wonder, How could it possibly have ended like this? Elements of the story do make sense: the queen seemed largely unschooled, her spouse weak, her home far removed from any squalor….