I wish there were a way I could capture what it's like for me to go see my parents in Key West. Key West -- my parents have been going there regularly for nearly 20 years, and have lived there full time now for almost 10 years, I think -- demands superlatives. It's the southernmost point. The craziest place. The wildest place. The coolest place. The best place.
Of course it's just a place, and a tribute to human endeavor (or folly). It's too far from the mainland for as many people to live there as do. It's lovely beyond all reason. I have never seen such tiny or vicious mosquitoes. (Joe came home with 50 bites.)
Frankly, words fail me, and that's rare. Look at my pictures.