Six a.m. is not my best hour. But for Key West, it might be worth it.
Still, I was sleepy on the drive down from Miami. We’d just been stuffed full of Cuban food, courtesy of my boyfriend Leo’s grandparents. All I wanted to do was take the longest, strongest nap of my life.
But then I saw it. The vast water, a shade of aqua that I’d only seen on TV. I sat up in my seat in our rented car and just stared. My eyes couldn’t drink enough of the view.
Until August, I’d never been to South Florida or the keys. It was a sauna, but that didn’t deter my friends and I, who snorkeled, partied on Duval Street and enjoyed a free house for three full days.
Who needs sleep when you’ve got all that?