Here is a shot showing the turquoise water at Isla Mujeres. 
My old buddy Jeff from work came down to help us get the boat to Florida. Here we are waiting our turn at the fuel dock. After we left IM, we didn't take any more pictures due to the rough crossing...until we got to....
Key West where we found a guy from Toronto who juggled a running chainsaw, a large knife, and a hand grenade!
Then he lay down on a bed of nails and had Andrea stand on him. This is sort of representative of our week so far.This town is amazing. My son describes it as a drinking town with a small fishing problem. There are about 30 bars and many of them have live bands, good ones! We anchored out in the middle of the harbor for free and so feel a little better about eating and drinking all we want. It is very lively - sort of like New Orleans, just as rowdy, but "whiter".
This weekend is the anniversary of the establishment of the Conch Republic. It seems that in 1983, the locals got upset with the federal government and seceded from the union. They then declared war on the United States and shortly after surrendered. They then requested foreign aid. The government ignored them, which made them feel that their secession was legitimate, so now they have their own flag and a few volunteer officials. This weekend features a big sea battle between the local schooners (of which there are some beauties!) and a Coast Guard Cutter. This will be at sunset tomorrow. Saturday there will be a drag race - folks in drag pulling beds through the streets. Unofficial high-jinks will go on everywhere. The bars normally close at 4AM. I don't think that we are going to be leaving for quite a while.
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