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It is amazing the things that go
through one's mind whilst elevated at 30,000 plus feet but mindful
meanderings abide and there are always tales to tell. I just got
back from yet another amazing vacation. This one was to Key West and
well….the sky is the limit. At the risk of another "How I Spent My
Summer Vacation" type of write up, I am going to take a different
approach this time around. Although I will share with you, my
faithful readers, some tiny bits of insight based on the trip itself
and the goings on en route in our friendly skies, I would like to
hear about your vacation meanderings. Next month I will publish
snipets from the best vacation yarns, so please drop me a line and
let me know what you did this summer. I care. We all care.
Flying into Key West International Airport, our eyes were hypnotized
by some of the most beautiful American waters, MINUS THE OIL. We had
only carry-ons, since all we really needed were flip-flops, a
swimsuit, a couple of pairs of shorts, a couple of wife beater
t-shirts, and the worst button up Floridian tacky tourist attire we
could muster. It was 100 degrees every day. We immediately made a
mad dash for the exit and found a real "jewel" of a cab driver who
took us to our resort, educating us on as much history as he could
for the 12 block ride. We made a decision that this trip was all
about getting pampered, perusing the streets, and taking in as much
local color as we could muster in 3 days.
In our daily meanderings, we were awakened promptly at 10:30 a.m. by
the CVS (yes, the drugstore) rooster. On some days he (the rooster)
slept in but this is Key West time so this particular rooster had
his own agenda. He made some noise and I got a picture of him. I
actually pet him and chased him around a bit. I was later told that
there were several all over the place.
Aside from the pampering at our spa resort and the poolside "Liquid
Lounge" which was complete with cabanas, the food left something to
be desired. Another words, it does not compare to Louisiana and due
to the heat, we had to delve into the interiors of each and every
establishment along Duvall Street (which was the main drag in Key
West), thus spending more money but staying cool. It was worth it.
The flight back was quite another experience. It was enjoyable and
anything but dull. We boarded a tiny plane from Key West
International Airport. I sort of got an idea what a sardine may feel
like. There were two (2) flight attendants, one of which we aptly
nicknamed "Flight Attendant Ratchett" for obvious reasons. She was a
rather large buxom gal with a big blonde "bun". As one of our
passengers was trying to cram his suitcase into the overhead
compartment she exclaimed "SIR, GET INTO YOUR SEAT AND PLEASE DO NOT
BLOCK THE AISLE SO OTHER PASSENGERS MAY GET BY". She repeated this
over the intercom not once but twice. What other passengers?
Everyone else was already comfortably in their seats and this poor
fella was sweating bullets and suffering humiliation on top of that.
Then, for some reason, my boyfriend's car keys were clasped tightly
on his duffel, but for some reason our buxom friend found this to be
highly irregular and removed them from his duffel. Flight Attendant
Ratchett duly proceeded to berate him for being negligent, which was
clearly not the case. How humiliating. The man sitting behind us
made the "reow" sound, making the claw symbol with his hand, showing
his sarcastic disdain of her social tactics. The other flight
attendant rolled his eyes and buried his head in his lap. Okay, one
more thing and then I'm done. Once we landed in Miami, a young
foreign fellow ran from the back of the plane to the front begging
for a "barf bag". The other flight attendant found one within the
wink of an eye and opened it, and not too soon, when the young man
commenced to barfing into the bag hurling his previous night's
mojitos. Don't drink and fly.
Yes, another memorable vacation was had. The sunsets were miraculous
and our resort was splendid. We lived it up, but in a mellow way
with our Jacuzzi, couples' massage, poolside cabana loungers, some
fine art galleries, and an array of nice people who were from many
different walks of life.
Let me hear about your vacations. Get creative and tell me some of
the sordid, wacky goings on that you encountered. I will publish
some snippets in my next article. Until next month, enjoy the rest
of your summer and be excellent to one another, my fellow travelling
"Meanderthals". Oh, f.y.i., I sent in a customer comment
about "Flight Attendant Ratchet". Hopefully I may have saved some
future travelers from her wrath. Perhaps it was time for her to
relax and take a vacation herself. Oh, did I mention the Key Lime
Pie? It was splendiferous. Peace and love until next month!
"Love isn't Love Until You Give It Away"
jjjeanae@yahoo.com
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