Coconut Cay Resort & Marina
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- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
- Kids activities or Babysitting
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... 7 people's assistance, we finally managed to secure the lines. Was it over? No way. The boat had to be washed as we were covered in salt water from stem to stern. Suffice it to say it was a long, tiring day. Lucky for us, the marina had a great restaurant and bar at the end of the dock. You can guess what we ate that night. Yep. Lots of crabs!
We have now been in Marathon for about two weeks. We had planned to leave earlier but the weather has not cooperated. ...
... all year.
5. The water is clear and as spectacular as its neighboring Caribbean waters.
6. It gives the feeling of being off the beaten path. In fact, as I floated on the water almost falling into a deep slumber, I suddenly woke up, looked around and thought I was in Zanzibar! Then, reality kicked me and reminded me that I'm merely a few hours from D.C. I wasn't bummed about that realization ...
... to drive back and forth across the state just to use up the credit!
Now that the toll misery is out of the way, we can talk about how awesome today has been. We set an alarm to be up in time for our early departure from Key West International Airport by seaplane. We were met by Captain John, who was really the quintessential Key West pilot type of guy, thick beard, barefoot, etc. We and eight others hopped on a ...
... thing now. I'm not sure she will survive without the Cuban pork and lime onions when she gets back to G'ville. Then the boys came home early. It was stormy at sea. So much for shopping Mom style.
Then we had dinner (grilled pork chops and grilled pineapple). It was tropical style. Then we watched Underworld Evolution which was awesome. The theme continues. Go dogs!
Well, I'm tired again. Goodnight my friends. Goodnight my Rufus.
... br> Once the worst of the weather dies down we walk back to the hotel, huddled under a totally inadequate umbrella and decide to have a siesta until the rain stops. Within moments we're both fast asleep and it's gone 7.30 before we emerge again into a warm evening with a gentle breeze whistling through the trees.
Duval Street at night is a different entity, a salacious and wicked place of sinful pleasures with an innocent grin upon its cheeky little face. It's reminiscent of ...