Sunday, June 15, 2014

From The Archives

Last year's King and Queen of Fantasy Fest enjoying the public fruits of the most successful Aids Help fundraising of the previous year: walking in the Masquerade March, as the local's parade is now known.

It's June but before you know it we will be butting up against the next go round as explained here: Official Fantasy Fest Website - Key West, Florida. Last year the endless road work caught flak:

Already I hear comments relating yo future deadlines saying stuff like "...by the time it's Fantasy Fest." For some people the whole event has clipped away from its roots in good natured fun and it has become a public irritation. One cannot disagree entirely with that assessment but too many people make too much money off it to imagine it will be abolished.

I find Fantasy Fest to be a car wreck, the sort of thing one cannot avoid watching but in which one does not wish to participate.

There are other more wholesome holidays, of a more traditional nature that are celebrated in Key West.


I am glad I have a couple of coconut palms at our new house. Fresh coconuts are a pleasant by product of life in the Keys; they aren't native trees and they produce excessive amounts of foliage, but the nuts taste good. And there are enough to spare it seems:

Richard in frigid Alaska had to moan about a shortage of sunsets. There's only one a day in Key West like anywhere else so I had been rationing them, thus I hope this sunrise will do:

Can't leave Cheyenne out:

The backwoods delights of the Keys:

And the urban:

The white boots of commercial fishing:

The fiddle faddle needed to take care of charters:

Life in Key West, hanging out together and watching:

 

 

I note in passing my nephews have decided to adapt their farming lives to the latest trend in bed and breakfast travel by opening what Italians call an agri-turismo Turing the farm into a bed and breakfast type arrangement. http://www.umbrialifestyle.it/aziende/dettaglio/-/dettaglio/Agriturismo-Cerqueti-baschi/28714 which boggles my mind just a bit. When I was a child we had no paced streets, never mind swimming pools and now these youngsters take pizza delivery for granted. Today they are opening their new enterprise in what has become these days a fashionable corner of Italy, all the rage they say, is Umbria, a region that has existed as long as I can remember, in the shadow if Tuscany.

I was there last September

Watching the work of transforming the place from farm to residence with my sister.

 

I wish I could be there now. But it will be there next year too.

Less farming, more tourism. I suppose that was why I emigrated so many years ago.