We learned all kinds of things on the drive from Orlando to Key Largo.
Burglar Notice—Just kidding. We’re home. With our Vicious Attack Dog.
We learned there are services that dog groomers offer that we’d rather not know about.
We learned that you should not cross your legs while riding a moped (and that a wreath on a moped looks ridiculous).
We learned you need to be wary of falling coconuts when you are near coconut palms (and we learned that coconuts come from coconut palms not Some Other Coconut Tree).
We learned that vans advertise butt lifts and breast augmentation and that such a van causes much discussion among people who live in Ohio.
We learned there are signs implying that people need to watch for falling bikes in Miami.
And we learned that driving to Key Largo is a Sisyphean task. Let me explain.
Once Upon a Time (not to worry, this is the short version), there was a King named Sisyphus. He was not a nice person (in Mythology, nice people are boring and don’t get stories written about them). Sisyphus had a bad habit of bragging about being more clever than the gods (which as we know is not smart) and of killing travelers and guests (which was not only not nice, it was a real affront to the gods).
Skipping over the middle of the story (you can read it on your own if you so desire), Sisyphus ended up in Hades (the land of the dead) pushing a huge boulder up a big hill. Not only does Sisyphus have to push the boulder to the top of the hill, the boulder never makes it. Each time Sisyphus gets close, the boulder rolls down to the bottom of the hill. So Sisyphus must spend eternity in useless effort and endless frustration.
Like driving to Key Largo through Miami.
Original estimated arrival time: 3:45pm. Around 5pm, there was an hour left to drive. At 5:30pm, there was an hour left to drive. At 6pm, there was an hour left to drive. It felt like we were on a car treadmill—with no potty breaks.
We learned that dinner at Mrs. Mac’s Kitchen is still delicious and that Key Lime Fudge is yummy-to-die-for.