The next day we decided to take the City View Trolley around town. We drove to one of the stops, at an ecology center, which was unfortunately closed, and set out to be as loud and rude as possible as we waited for the trolley, to the agony of an unsuspecting local and his dog who were simply trying to get some peace and quiet so they could finally finish the latest installment of Fifty Shades of Grey. (OK, I made that last part up...)
When the trolley finally arrived, we hoped on and took the round trip tour all over the city. First, we went to the butterfly garden, or rather to the gift shop of the butterfly garden. Mom was especially excited about a large red glass butterfly she saw for only twenty dollars and Dad found an adorable headband with little butterfly antennas and a pink tutu with butterfly designs (or was that Charlie...) I, on the other hand, was more interested in the pretty bracelet-watches, which were all set to the wrong time, oddly enough- but, whatever, I fixed that mistake quickly.
However, in what was by far the most surprising part of that stop, and in a twist that will be rembered in the history books forever, Charlie actually managed to tell a funny joke. The joke? Why are gay guys so funny? The answer? I have no idea, but I guess I must be as straight as an arrow.
After we finally managed to stop giggling, we decided to walk down to Southernmost Point, a quick swim away from Cuba. We took one look at the line to take your picture with the marker, and decided to take a picture of the marker with nobody in it and photoshop ourselves in later. Still, here is the picture of the marker even though we aren't photoshopped in yet.
Next, we found a street vender and got Charlie a shaved ice and the rest of us three bottles of much needed cold water.
We finally got back on the trolley and were treated to some world class narration on the history of the island by our tour guide. One of my favorite parts of the tour was the highest point of Key West, a small bump, a whopping 18 feet above sea level. Wheeeee!
Another cool story was one the guide told about a Cuban superstition that demons can't cross over water, so the Cubans painted the bottom of their porches blue. Our guide then proceeded to tell us that the superstition had to be true, because in the ten years he and his wife had lived in Key West, his mother-in-law had yet to visit.
Another joke poked fun at the famous writer, Ernest Hemingway, who had a home in Key West. Hemingway liked to go out and drink often, and as such often got lost tring to find his way home in the drunken stupor. So when Ernest moved to Key West, he chose a house next to the lighthouse, that way whenever he got lost all he had to do was aim for the lighthouse, and he'd eventually be able to stumble home. Funnily enough this story struck a chord with me, as it reminded me a lot of my mom's method of navigation, after all if you follow the river for long enough you'll be sure to eventually find where you parked your car! .....well that or Canada.
We got off at the first stop of the trolley tour and we're treated to a odd sight, a humongous statue of an old fashioned couple dancing.
This, of course, caught our attention, so we decided to go in and check out the building it adorned. We talked to the gift shop keeper who told us the building was the Old Post Office and Customs House of Key West, and the current Key West Art and History Museum.
Our curiosity satisfied, we searched for a place to eat and were rewarded with the discovery of a small shop called Falafel King, and true to its word was the best falafel place (and probably only falafel place) in Key West. The shop was owned by an Israeli and the delicious food definitely made mom happy, which was all that matters.
We got back on the trolley and continued on our journey.
We saw the starting point, and ending point for Route 1, which goes all the up the east coast to Fort Kent in Maine. Even though the other sign had been stolen, I got a picture of the marker for the start of the highway.
Exhausted from a hot day in th sun we decided to get off at another stop and take a dip in the ocean. The beach was nice, and even though I was still disappointed at the absolute lack of waves, even normal Florida "wimp waves," the ocean was about the shallowest I've ever seen. We must've went out more than 100 yards, yet I could still touch the ground and have my head still be above water, so that was extremely nice.
Next we visited Martello's Tower, which had absolutely beautiful gardens, and we finally learned what kind of Palm trees we'd been seeing all over the island, not coconut or date, as my parents had been claiming, Christmas Palms, named for the red berries they produced.
We then headed back for the bus stop, where we encountered the scariest ghost I've ever seen... Charlie!
He claims he was hiding from the sun, but this explains why he's so pale all the time and the creepy noises I've been hearing at night!
We then decided to visit Truman's Little White House. The tour was interesting, and the guide seemed to enjoy himself, but most importantly, the house had air conditioning!!!! Yay! We got to see the rooms Truman, his wife, and daughter stayed in, as well as learn about the great man himself. Truman had humble beginnings, but he worked his way to the top, proving you can be anyone if you set your mind to it- no matter who you are.
One of the many interesting things in the house was Truman's poker table, complete with a cover to hide it when his wife was around.
We also learned about Truman's daughter's opera career (which didn't end well) and daughter's love for mystery novels, who also wrote mystery novels herself.
One funny part of our visit to the house was when, in the gift shop, we were exploring the tiny museum which showcased Truman's life and achievements. One article made me realize the changes in culture between Truman and modern day, a mere 70 years ago. It was a page of a propaganda comic on Truman. The comic stated "Truman also made the powerful and awesome decision to drop the atomic bomb on Nagasaki, ending the terrible World War." To the modern viewer the use if the word awesome sounds out of place and the article so obviously propaganda, that it really, in my opinion, provides insight into the way our country has changed since Truman's time and fascinates me.
Anyways, we then proceeded to nearly get lost as we tried to find our way back to our car, and the trolleys had stopped running for the day.
After that we found a nice floating Thai restaurant off the pier, run by two nice Thai ladies, and had an amazing dinner. It was very interesting because, as far as I know I've never met anyone from Thailand and our server was very interested when she learned we were from San Fransisco.
After the dinner, we began the long drive back to Fort Myers, where we arrived at Dad's house and promptly fell asleep, exhausted from our busy day.