Ernest Hemingway, Jimmy Buffet, Harry Truman. All loved this extraordinary town in the most southern part of the USA. On the water. Wonderful continuous breezes. Houses seemingly piled together. Terrific palms twisting here and there. And so many bars and restaurants. Wednesday evening we serendipitously found “Margaritaville.” Talk about fun. A guy on the stage singing, playing, and acting like Jimmy. Guess what we had to drink with our conch fritters.

Our hotel is a mixture of funky, paradaisical, and annoying. Annoying with the 22 outdoor stairs to climb to our room. Of course, that gives us the magical view of the palms and the swimming pool and villa-like building just over there. Annoying for the too small bathroom without enough hooks or shelf space and a step that I nearly need to get on my hands and knees to enter. We won’t talk about the cost. Funky in the arrangement of rooms, one for me, one for Chris. The balcony is paradisiacal, So comfortable to sit and relax or type a blog. Table here too, The view is wonderful. And the reggae plays on a great sound system that’s not too loud. We get breakfast and wine at happy hour. All in all very good indeed, And blessedly not ordinary.

Dinner out later. Happy Halloween.