Our last Florida Fauna post, wherein we show you cats that we met. Or almost met.
One of us was very disappointed.
Some like the cool sand…
… some like to hang high.
Aya prepared many gifts for the cats in Hemingway House.
Aya’s catnip mousies were well-received.
Not always shared.
Some mousies were stolen away.
Some mousies were devoured in plain sight. That is EH’s bed.
This little devil followed up and down the (his) beach.
A towel blew down…
… and was covered in cats.
On the blue cobblestones of Old San Juan.
Another new friend.
Aya draws a crowd.
Sometimes it’s “pinch or get pinched”.
Wish we had seen a live one of these.
Wish we had eaten a live one of these.
Grumpy and aggressive, they guard their muddy caves.
Souvenirs of battles litter the forest floor.
Down at the beach, Aya received a nasty pinch.
Revenge is a dish best served with Cava.
Or in a toasted brioche roll.
Can’t believe we don’t have a photo of the pinchos we ate in Culebra. This is the perfect post for them!*
*Edit: found pics of the pinchos:
The street-side pinchos-maker.
Delicious grilled chicken (not crab).
A good friend in Japan is mad for manatees, but hasn’t managed a trip to Florida yet. So we went looking for some on her behalf. We found a place in Crystal River on the west coast of Florida that knows where the manatees hang out and they let us swim around with them. Big grey sausages with elephant skin and half the energy of a tired sloth (the manatees, not us).
As amazing as it was to snorkel with these world champion nappers, it turns out that manatees are not that hard to come by in Florida. They love shallow canals, and if there is one out back of your b&b you can just walk down after breakfast and see ’em.
A manatee in Crystal River.
Manatees love a canal.
These were steps from our b&b.
This bunch joined the others, slowly.
Click through for video of manatees frolicking most un-slothfully.
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