Life in the tangle.
With the placid waters of Crandon Park in our minds, we set out for Key Largo. We imagined beaches of white sand and azure water, something like the Bahamas.
Instead, we found small, rocky beaches couched between banks of mangroves. Continue reading “Road Trip 2017: Key Largo, FL”
Miami jarred me. For the first time in my life, I felt like a minority. And I loved it.
In Brooklyn and certain parts of Philadelphia–my most memorable experiences outside the bounds of middle class, white culture–I had no problem speaking English with the people that live there.
The fact of my whiteness in a sea of non-whiteness was easy to contextualize at those times. They were temporary excursions from my normal life into another place and culture, a protrusion from the bubble that bounds my ordinary pale-skinned life, a tendril that would soon snap back into place as I returned to Lancaster or Wyomissing. Continue reading “Road Trip 2017: Miami, FL”
We left Jacksonville feeling that we’d escaped an ordeal. Our spirits brightened at the thought of leaving that sleazy drug house, of forgetting the farce at St. Augustine, of finding beaches stocked with fossils.
Vague goals swam through our heads as we traveled down I-95. We wanted to see at least one popular beach and inspect Stuart, because Coastal Living told us it’s charming. How long these stops would take, or what exactly we’d do at each, didn’t matter to us. Continue reading “Road Trip 2017: East Coast Florida Stops”