Monday, January 2, 2012
I absolutely loved visiting the Hemingway Home in Key West, Florida. The old stone mansion was gorgeous, with floor-to-ceiling windows lining the walls of nearly every room. All of them were open and fans hummed from the corners, circulating the air and gently stirring the curtains in the breeze.
I would have married Hemingway just to live there.
Maybe instead of a Hemingway wife, I'd rather be one of Hemingway's cats. Descendants of his first polydactyl (six- or seven-toed cats) still roam the grounds of his beautiful Key West estate. It's rumored that there are 44-50 of them still living there. We only saw five during our visit, and were amused that they were immune to the crowds. One cat strolled into the master bedroom and flopped down on the bed while we all circled around it listening to the tour guide.
Hemingway wrote the majority of his novels while living in Key West. His studio was just as gorgeous as the house. I think that if I could live there, I'd get some great writing done, too. Or maybe I'd be as lazy as a cat, lounging on a bed in paradise.