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Animal Encounters in the Florida Keys: A Vacation to Remember

Written 4/29/2024

Hello Dear Readers,

Recently, my wife and I wrapped up an enchanting vacation in the Florida Keys, a destination teeming with scenic beauty and a fascinating array of wildlife. Each encounter left a memorable mark on our journey, painting our experience with strokes of wonder and delight.

Upon our arrival, one of the first surprises was the chickens roaming freely around the Keys. It seemed every street was bustling with these semi-wild birds. Curiosity piqued, we inquired with locals and learned about their intriguing history. Brought over by Cubans for cockfighting, these chickens were later released to avoid a tax imposed on kept poultry after the sport was banned. With few natural predators, the chickens now thrive in the urban environment, dodging only the occasional car.

Our adventure continued with a visit to the Marathon Key aquarium, which offers interactive “experiences” with marine life. For a nominal fee, we were equipped with a cup of food and a tool to feed animals across various exhibits. The highlight for us was feeding the stingrays. 

Accustomed to human interaction, they swarmed the edge of their tank with the enthusiasm of flappy-hungry puppies whenever someone approached. It was a delightful sight, and their friendly antics, splashing joyfully for fish or shrimp treats, gave us a glimpse into their playful nature. We fed them twice, charmed by their eager behavior and the gentle flap of their wings against the water.

The final leg of our animal tour led us to the Hemingway House in Key West, once the residence of the famed author Ernest Hemingway and now a museum and sanctuary for his feline descendants. Nearly 60 cats live there, many bearing the genetic trait of polydactyly, which gives them an extra toe on each paw. This unique characteristic added an extra layer of fascination to our visit.

Interestingly, the house’s location in a city populated by chickens leads to occasional stand-offs between the two species. Both are protected, limiting how much their human caretakers can intervene. The strategy mainly involves keeping chickens out with a fence, hoping they stay on one side. At the same time, the cats contentedly remain on the other.

This journey to the Florida Keys was more than just a getaway; it was an immersion into a unique ecosystem where humans, animals, and history intertwine. Each encounter—whether with the historic chickens, the playful stingrays, or Hemingway’s extraordinary cats—gifted us with narratives to carry back home, enriching our lives with their simplicity and beauty.

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The Surprising Secrets of Mangroves: A Family Trip Revelation

Sometimes, we might overlook something truly incredible because of our first impressions. I’ve been there, too, and I’d love to share a story about how my view changed during a family trip to the Keys.

When we first saw the mangroves, I’ll admit, I wasn’t impressed. They have these odd-looking roots that stick out over the water and stand in dark, shallow waters that don’t look very clean. I even joked to myself that they were called mangroves because they looked like a bunch of men trying to form a grove! It reminded me of the time I used to peek under rocks until one day; I saw a two-headed snail—both were a bit unsettling at first.

I was ready to leave to see something more interesting, such as a beautiful ocean. Then, my husband asked a simple question that made me pause: “How do these trees live in this salty water?” Honestly, I totally forgot we had been looking at the ocean until he mentioned it.

That question stuck with me for the rest of our vacation. When we got home, I started researching mangroves and fell into a rabbit hole of discovery. The only thing I can imagine is a plant-looking thing in the ocean is Kelp, and Kelp is not even a plant. I didn’t even know a plant could grow in the ocean. 

What is Mangrove, then? According to the U.S. Department of Commerce (U.S. Department of Commerce, n.d.), mangroves only grow in subtropical areas or near the equator, like some parts of Texas, Louisiana, and southern Florida in the U.S. There are about 80 different species around the world, thriving in low-oxygen soil, brackish waters, and even the ocean. Their roots are super cool—they can filter out up to 90% of the salt from seawater!

I learned more about how their roots work. According to scientists from Korea (Kim et al., 2016), the Mangrove’s root membrane selectively pulls in chloride ions while keeping out most of the sodium ions at the first membrane layer. A second membrane blocks the chloride ions, so the chloride ions are trapped between the first and the second layers of root membranes. This setup causes the trapped chloride ions (Cl-) to create a massive negative charge, which attracts sodium ions (Na+) back toward the first membrane like a strong negatively charged magnet. It’s a clever system that lets air pass but keeps salt water out, making it possible for mangroves to thrive in salty environments. Researchers are even trying to mimic this filtering process through ionization to develop new water purification systems.

My research didn’t stop there. Mangroves are also home to tiny microorganisms that can withstand harsh environments and even help synthesize metallic nanoparticles with their special synthesizing pathway (Vaish & Pathak, 2023). These nanoparticles are being studied because they could be key in creating new materials to help with pollution cleanup.

Mangroves play a crucial role as natural barriers protecting our coasts from hurricanes, winds, waves, and floods. They also improve the water quality in their areas. I had no idea mangroves were so fascinating.

So, what’s the takeaway from this adventure? If my husband hadn’t asked about the mangroves, I might have written them off as creepy trees in muddy water. It’s a good reminder not to judge things based only on first impressions.

 

References

Kim, K., Seo, E., Chang, S.-K., Park, T. J., & Lee, S. J. (2016). Novel water filtration of saline water in the outermost layer of mangrove roots. Scientific Reports, 6(1), 20426. https://doi.org/10.1038/srep20426

US Department of Commerce, N. O. and A. A. (n.d.). What is a mangrove forest? Retrieved May 19, 2024, from https://oceanservice.noaa.gov/facts/mangroves.html

Vaish, S., & Pathak, B. (2023). Mangrove synthesized bio-nanomaterial and its applications: A review. Environmental Nanotechnology, Monitoring & Management, 20, 100866. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.enmm.2023.100866

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Day 4 Farewell to the Keys: Turtles, Tunes, and Final Tropical Treasures

Today marks our final day on the island. While a part of me wishes we could stay a bit longer, the thought of heading back to Nashville is also quite appealing. Our plan? To hit the aquarium in Key West before wandering around Mallory Square. Despite some lingering muscle aches, we’re determined to make the most of our last day in the Keys.

 

The aquarium here is smaller than the one in Marathon, but it’s still home to some remarkable sea turtles. Take Lola, for example, a turtle who’s had her share of adventures. She lost a flipper due to a predator attack and, after being released back into the wild, returned with her other flipper tangled in a fishing line. Now, she swims gracefully with a prosthetic flipper, a true survivor’s tale.

 

Then there’s Rocky, a green sea turtle with a quirky addition to his shell—a device that helps him float, mistaken by some (myself included) for a stuck brick! After a boat accident damaged his shell and flipper, living in the wild became impossible, so he now calls this aquarium home.

Meet Rocky, the green sea turtle with a unique floating aid on his shell, a testament to survival and adaptation.

Hector, the hawksbill sea turtle, also caught our eye with his stunning shell. Luckily, the Endangered Species Act of 1973 prevented him from becoming a decorative item.

Visiting this aquarium brought back memories of my childhood in Japan, where we, too, protected sea turtles known as “Ao Umigame.” I grew up learning about their plight and the importance of conservation, a lesson that clearly resonates here as well.

 

Lunch was at Sloppy Joe’s Restaurant, a place steeped in local lore and famously linked to Hemingway. The atmosphere was buzzing with live music from Kaira Jayden, a 16-year-old ukulele virtuoso whose talent was nothing short of inspiring. It’s moments like these that make travel so enriching.

 

Afterward, we strolled through Mallory Square, eventually finding a shaded spot near where a majestic cruise ship was docked. The cool breeze and diverse crowd made it a perfect place to reflect on our visit.

As the clock neared two, it was time to leave the Keys. We drove towards the airport, planning to stop at a few beaches along the way and hoping to grab a meal at Ms. Mac’s Kitchen, where our journey began.

 

The beaches were breathtaking, with strong winds that almost threatened to send my phone flying—a small price to pay for such stunning scenery. We lingered longer than planned, soaking in as much as we could.

This captivating photograph features the iconic old pedestrian bridge stretching elegantly over the calming waters in Key,

By the time we reached our inn near the airport, it was past 8 p.m. We still needed to shower and pack for our early morning flight, and the day ended in a flurry of activity.

 

I didn’t manage to read much tonight, but with the day’s adventures behind me, I’m looking forward to a good night’s sleep, filled with dreams of returning to this enchanting place.

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Day 3 A Lively Day in Key West: Hemingway, Roosters, and Rum

This morning, I woke up feeling like I had wrestled a bear—muscle aches galore! But honestly, I get a kick out of them; they’re like little trophies for pushing my limits at the gym. You know, nothing says “great workout” quite like wincing every time you move.

Today was meant to be all about marathons, but instead, we zoomed off to Key West, aiming for a pilgrimage to Hemingway’s house. After munching down some protein bars, we hit the road from Marathon Key. Poor Brian looked like he barely survived a night at a rooster concert, although I didn’t hear a peep—I must’ve crashed hard!

By the time we got there around 10 a.m., Key West was bustling with cars and tourists. We lucked out and snagged a parking spot near Hemingway’s house. Close by was a lighthouse, so we thought, “Why not?” The climb was a nail-biter with those tiny steps, and my being a bit jittery about heights didn’t help. Brian was snapping pics left and right, and I just hoped he wouldn’t turn into a flying photographer.

Atop the lighthouse, we spotted the name of the 12th U.S. President. Fun fact: Brian’s related to Zachary Taylor. Seems like a family tradition to serve in the military, just like Taylor’s descendants.

 

We bumped into a couple from a cruise and realized a colossal ship was docked nearby. From up high, it still looked massive. And oh, the chickens roaming everywhere! It turns out they’re descendants of escapee fighting chickens from Cuba—no one owns them, but mess with them, and you’re in for a fine!

Chickens roam freely on the vibrant streets of Key West.

Thanks to my legendary lack of direction, we somehow ended up far from Hemingway’s house, turning our day into an unexpected marathon. We changed plans and went to a rum distillery we were supposed to visit tomorrow. We caught the 1 o’clock tour and learned all about Hemingway’s association with rum. I didn’t know it took ages to craft rum—no wonder it’s pricey!

Papa’s Punch is a cocktail made with Papa’s Pilar Blonde Rum. It was sweet.

Afterward, we ducked into a bookstore where I snagged a book on banned literature—talk about a rebel reading list!

Finally, we made it to Hemingway’s house. I’ve been a Hemingway nut since my teens, and stepping into his home felt surreal. Brian, having recently enjoyed “The Old Man and the Sea,” was equally thrilled. Hemingway’s life was as colorful as his stories, surviving wars and plane crashes, maybe thanks to his lucky polydactyl cats, which we sadly only spotted a few of.

A cat sleeping on the bed Hemingway slept.

His writing studio was a step back in time; everything left just so as if he’d just stepped out. It reignited my desire to dive back into his works.
As for the cats, they’re practically celebrities, protected by the government, and occasionally fending off the odd chicken intruder.

Ernest Hemingway’s well-worn typewriter, preserved just as he left it.

We wrapped up our day with dinner at a Cuban restaurant, where I braved a Cuban coffee—strong enough to fuel a rocket, yet it didn’t keep me awake!

All in all, it was a day full of misadventures, history, and lots of walking—not exactly what we planned, but maybe that’s just how Hemingway would’ve liked it.

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Day 2 A Day of Discovery: From Mangroves to Marathon

Today turned out to be more tiring than I expected, and in a twist that shocked absolutely nobody, I accidentally overslept by 30 minutes. I was under the delusion that I had an extra hour to sleep, but reality checked in while I was still half-asleep. So, I managed to sleep in for 30 glorious minutes. Sleeping over 8 hours is a rarity for me, as I usually cap it at a wild 7.5 hours—clearly, the extra rest was needed after our exhilarating travel day and an unintentional sunbathing session.

Feeling like a battery at 110%, I decided it was prime time for a small workout before launching into our 2nd day. There’s a fitness center in our hotel, so I snuck out for a 30-minute espionage mission on the elliptical trainer while Brian continued his beauty sleep. Since his stroke, he’s been on a more luxurious sleep schedule. I let him enjoy his royal slumber.

The fitness center was like a ghost town, equipped with an elliptical trainer, weight machine, recliner (because why not?), and an exercise bike. After my workout, I found Brian awake and pumped to hit the gym. I used this time to brush up on my German, turning my morning notebook into an impromptu language lab. Normally, my morning journal is brimming with tasks, but today, I was creatively bankrupt and struggled to fill out an A1-size note page. I stopped there, admitting defeat gracefully. Shortly after, Brian returned, and we kicked off our day.

Breakfast was a nostalgic dive into last night’s leftovers, with protein bars ready in our snack arsenal. We’re like food strategists on vacation: Brian monitors his protein and salt like a hawk while I play a calorie-counting game aiming for a 250-400 calorie daily deficit. This helps with a slow, pain-free weight loss regime and body sculpting that could rival Michelangelo’s work.

By 8:30 AM, we hit the road, but alas, the trails we planned to hike were closed. Undeterred, we drove about 45 miles to Marathon, one of the islands in the Keys, where a friendly lady at the visitor’s center bombarded us with information—and a few magical coupons.

 

Curry Hammock State Park was next on our list, a fabulous spot for kayaking. I reminisced about my kayaking days before moving to the United States, dreaming of future paddling adventures in Key West. Although hiking spots were scarce, we found a secluded 1.4-mile trail enveloped by lush vegetation—a real treat.

Curry Hammock State Park Nature Trail

We stumbled upon some hidden beaches, offering a serene escape from the bustling tourist spots in the Keys. The gentle breeze was a chef’s kiss after our jungle adventure. A surprise encounter with a small red snake, which I initially mistook for a tree root, added a dash of excitement!

A hidden beach, a peaceful escape from the busier spots in the Keys.

Navigating the branching trails was unnerving since we saw hardly anyone else, and I was concerned about Brian’s pace post-stroke. Despite the challenges, a friendly couple reassured us that the exit was nearby, dispelling my fears of becoming permanent forest residents.

Making sure I did not leave Brian behind.

Our next adventure was the local aquarium, possibly the most entertaining one I’ve ever visited. You can feed fish, turtles, and stingrays—these guys are surprisingly sociable and feel like a bizarre cross between cooked squid and raw chicken. They swam up eagerly, hoping for a snack. We made sure even the shy, smaller turtles got their share of the food.

A stingray came to greet us
Even in the peaceful world of turtles, it’s a race for the tastiest treats!

After the aquarium, we visited Sombrero Beach, which was lively but sadly bereft of shells, much to Brian’s dismay. The beach cleverly offered buckets and sticks for cleanup, which was pretty neat. The windy conditions had Brian clutching his hat like a precious gem.

 

A Beautiful View at Sombrero Beach Park

By 5 PM, my calorie counter read 2200, a testament to our active day and modest eating. I was in desperate need of a shower after all that excitement.

Dinner was at a nearby restaurant, where I enjoyed a taco salad with lightly seared ahi tuna, and Brian, ever the mindful eater, opted for a sombrero salad without the protein. Both meals were a delight, continuing our streak of culinary wins.

Back at the inn, I indulged in some writing while overlooking a pool where a joyful family played—an always heartwarming sight. Then, I cracked open a new book. Despite the exhaustion, it was another fantastic day of exploring and discovering the charm of the Keys.

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Day 1 Adventure in the Sunshine: Our Key West Journey from Nashville to Florida

What a day it was in the Sunshine State! As expected, Florida welcomed us with its blazing sun, a stark contrast to the cool farewell we’d just received from Nashville. As soon as we landed, Brian transformed into a window gawker, fascinated by Florida yet a newbie to the quirky charms of Key West. Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but play contortionist, leaning over to sneak a peek at the sprawling marshlands below—my first glimpse of the place!

Our adventure truly began in the thrilling world of baggage claim. Thanks to the overhead bins playing Tetris without us, we checked our carry-on bags at no extra charge. Recalling our last escapade in October 2023, which was nearly thwarted by a pesky flight delay, I had brilliantly booked our rental car for two hours post-arrival, a stroke of logistical genius. Trekking through the airport to the car rental center, I unknowingly kicked off a mini-marathon, racking up about 4,000 steps.

The excitement was palpable as we approached our noble steed for the week—a Toyota Rav4. I’ve been curious about this famed chariot since its debut in the ’90s, and finally, I had the chance to captain it. Let me tell you, it did not disappoint; the ride was smoother than my attempts at local slang.

Our first major checkpoint was Key Largo, roughly 60 miles from Miami Airport. We weren’t in any rush, opting instead to absorb every moment and explore at our leisure. Brian, though slightly groggy from waking up two hours earlier than usual, was still keen on our early start—more time to play, after all!

Hunger struck unexpectedly soon, having only armed ourselves with airline cookies and coffee. A pit stop at a local grocery store saw us stock up on protein bars, water, and some hard-boiled eggs—perfect for my ongoing battle with the calorie counter.

Navigating Miami’s labyrinth of lanes was challenging, but once we hit Highway 1, we found our groove. The drive was nothing short of spectacular, with me practically buzzing with excitement while Brian, ever the zen master, cracked jokes that showed he was equally jazzed.

As we cruised along US Highway 1, the ocean vistas unfolded, bordered by houses painted in cheerful white, yellow, and blue hues—a vibrant nod to the island life. The thought of living by the sea, surrounded by such spirited colors and life, seemed almost too good to be true.

By 3 PM, we were checking into our resort, complete with its slice of sandy paradise and kayaking options. The beach was a hotspot for sun worshippers. Brian thought he heard roosters, which I initially missed, too engrossed by the ocean’s call. Later, I discovered the roaming chickens, amazed at my own obliviousness—it turns out that chickens are the real locals around here.

Our explorations led us to young fishermen along the mangrove-dotted shores. Out of curiosity, I asked about their catch, only to learn they were fishing for bait—a nostalgic nod to my days of virtual fishing in Sims 4.

Exploring the hidden gems where the mangroves meet the sea—a favorite spot for local fishermen.
Discover the pristine clarity of the ocean—a serene escape into nature’s pure embrace.

Dinner was an early affair at 5:30 PM, at a spot recommended by ChatGPT. While I leave the restaurant picking to ChatGPT, orchestrating trip details is my true calling. If I’m traveling solo, I’m all about a meticulous 15-minute schedule, which can drive Brian a bit nuts. 

Conversely, a vacation without a plan sends me into a spiral. Reflecting on our past trips—from the rigorously scheduled ghost towns in Oregon to an impromptu Grand Canyon escapade—I’ve realized that balance is key to keeping both of our stress levels in check.

At dinner, Brian dug into his tacos, and I delighted in a Greek salad topped with ahi tuna—a genuinely delicious meal. We carted our leftovers back to the hotel, where I diligently logged our day’s exploits and eats. Sticking to Nashville time, we made sure to rest up, with Brian succumbing to sleep almost instantly.

We’re off to Marathon tomorrow, but for now, it’s time to recharge for another day of Florida adventures!