Day 17

Peanut butter and Jelly? Never again. It turns into an instant stomach ache. I suppose that is our just reward for trying to eat the same thing every morning while convincing ourselves it still tastes ok. Back to the reefs for some more free snorkeling, sorry again Florida. Too bad Rory lost his dive mask while trying to catch pelicans on the top of one of the coral breaches. A short search underneath the boulders leaves us empty handed. It is lunch time anyway which is exciting in this rare instance because we have left over Mexican food. We take a jaunt back through “the hood” of Key West in route to Robert’s house. He wants us to fix his scooter. We get to work on some low budge, sub-par white wine and take care of that in due time. Rory wrenches and Shane pays some outstanding bills from back home. Enough of the lameness, NBA Finals game 7 is tonight. Time to break the bank. Duval street, the main drag, is crawling so it takes visiting a few places to settle down. Close game. The Lakers take it but we think the NBA is fixed anyway, GO SUNS! We get back to the house and jump into to some random conversation. We discuss China’s future, the American credit system, and building a highway to Cuba until 2 am. Good Night.