We hear constantly about all the snow in New England. Last night we experienced the Key West version. And it "snowed" a lot while we were out on the bikes pretty far from the
hotel. I was afraid this torrential downpour would ruin my beloved camera
even though it was snuggled in its case in the tough little green bag. In desperation we parked the
bikes on the sidewalk and Bruce opened the front gate of someone's beautiful house
and we ran for cover on their front porch which we now shared with a
gorgeous gray cat. Quietly, we waited, it seemed endlessly, for the rain to slow
down. Life was going on behind the door. Finally the rain let up enough. Just as we were ready to leave a lady opened the door to fetch her
cat. She was not a bit startled and did not mind at all. Maybe people who live in tropical Key
West are adjusted to strangers taking shelter on their porches as they
are adjusted to negotiating bicyclists on their roads and sidewalks.
Dripping wet we returned to our room to change clothes before going to
the nearby Peruvian restaurant. This morning the hotel pool is overflowing and it is sunny again.
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