Our last day here and we are taking it easy. A "cold" front has moved through and it's cloudy and windy. Meaning we decided not to go snorkeling today because the wind has whipped up the waves and made the water fairly cloudy with debris. Also, since we need to break camp and have our gear back on the boat shortly after it arrives (so new campers can have their choice of sites) and while all our gear is still dry, we decide to just steak out the best spot over looking the beach armed with books. We both had time to finish a couple of books while lounging over the week. We sat on the moat wall for a while and took lots of photos of the various species of birds. We wanted to leave the islands feeling refreshed and not feeling rushed. This was a perfect way to end these four days. Four days was also an ideal amount of time to stay to really experience and understand the flavor of the place. Walking Barefoot I love walking barefoot. I particularly love walking barefoot on sand. For four days I walked along in the sand (with the exception of when I toured the Fort). My rough and tired feet were polished and massaged into such a smooth natural state of bliss. Literally, it's been a long time since my feet were this soft and comfortable. Even wearing my most tiny sliver of slip-on sandals my feet were protesting with me loudly, to the point of bringing on blisters on the sides where the sandal came into contact. I'm sorry feet, I promise to take care of you, there are still a few more days of bare-footedness and sandy beaches to be had before we return home. Returning to Civilization The boat trip back was a little rough, heavy chop whipped up by the cold front that had moved through and the captain took the boat north of the Marquesas. I took a precautionary Dramamine and was doing fine sitting outside in the stiff breeze toward the rear of the boat. Once we hit calmer waters, I ventured in for a snack of a soft pretzel. We reached Key West right at sunset and decided we need to move on. We walked to where the car was parked, passing dozens of Key West roosters and hens that roam the streets freely here. Once at the car, I opened our "good clothes" suit case we had left behind and was overwhelmed by the perfume of clean laundry. We had noticed that morning, the intense smells coming off of the people fresh off the boat. It was a senses-cleansing process staying on that island for those four days. We grabbed a quick dinner and set back for Miami Beach, to Bal Harbor for the conference.