We like sailing with Captain Gerard out of Fort Lauderdale, but he only had Saturday available, and he was leaving for a week-long charter on Sunday.
Time for Plan B.
Colette wanted to visit Vizcaya on the last trip here, but didn’t manage to fit it in.
Not my cup of tea, but I’ll certainly tag along and check it off the list.
After a slow morning getting started, we rolled through the Vizcaya parking lot, and discovered everyone and their mother in line just to get tickets.
And not an open parking spot to be found.
We had discovered Key Biscayne when we were here in November, and this seemed like a logical choice.
A quick trip across the picturesque Rickenbacker Causeway.
Since my parents are both very interested in lighthouses, I figured that it would provide the opportunity to pass some photos along to them.
The northeast end of the park is secluded, almost barren.
The real tourist draw is the lighthouse, and people shun this area and immediately head south.
With the less than optimal weather, saying “crowds” is all relative.
Even at the lighthouse, the tourists were sparse and we waited only a few minutes for our climb up the stairs.
We’ve remarked to each other time and time again how difficult travel must be for people who are out of shape, and climbing a tight set of circular stairs for 95 feet would be impossible for those suffering from weight, heart, or joint problems.
The lighthouse has a very interesting history, and I highly recommend following the link and reading the Wikipedia article.
To the south of Biscayne is Stiltsville.
Yet another piece of history with a fascinating and storied history. I’d love to explore it someday via kayak or runabout.
After exploration and miles and miles of hiking, we headed to Little Havana for a Cuban.
With no specific restaurant in mind, we figured that anything along the tourist section on Calle Ocho (8th Street) would suffice. We stumbled upon a small restaurant called El Cristo and had a Cuban to die for.
We had planned on splitting a sandwich and cervezas, then grilling something for dinner.
Little did we know that the sandwich would be roughly the size of a Volkswagen Beetle, and dinner plans were put on hold indefinitely.
We returned to Key Biscayne to catch the sunset over Biscayne Bay, and we certainly were not disappointed.
Fiery red clouds reminiscent of a Pacific sunset, with the city skyline in the background. Magnifico!
Several with picnic spreads – fondue pots, miniature grills, cheese and wine, the list goes on.
It’s a good thing I’m not a sappy sort or I’d have gone broke just from Valentine’s Day dinner fixin’s.
That and the lonely bouquet of roses left in the surf at the water’s edge.
Hopefully there’s a good story of passion and forgetfulness to go with them.
Happy Valentine’s Day to those of you who celebrate that sort of thing.