|On the Overseas Highway, again|
|Tina Dykes makes beautiful jewelry and sells it at the artists co-op, the Key Largo Art Gallery|
|At Mile Marker 103 you need a con leche!!|
|I love these lamps at the Community Thrift Shop. I would have bought them, but they were too kitschy for Michael.|
|Pon, at Num Thai. Order the Spider Roll and eat your fears.|
|At the Key Largo Gallery. I think I lost my virginity in this bus!|
The good news means I can sleep again, and, in a Miami hotel, I do, catching up on many nights of lost sleep, and many days of too-little-sleep fatigue. I dream of the ribbon of life, un-spooling before me, no end in sight. Michael is much too kind to wake me from my celebratory slumber. I awaken at last hungry as a bear, just out of hibernation. Feed me!
|The Juice House serves fabulous Cuban food, too.|
Back on the road, I take a turn driving, and the Overseas Highway is so broad and sparklingly beautiful in the sun I ask Michael to take a picture. Of what? he asks. Of the open road, I say. Of how it looks when you’re nearing Big Pine Key, getting closer to Key West, when your heart is bursting with joy, when you’re well again.