Sometimes, you just need to forget about your bank balance and get away.
Rob had a helluva year, so for his birthday this year I surprised him with a quick jaunt down to Key West. He didn’t know where we were going until we got to Charlotte airport and I walked him up to the gate. It was one of the most fun things I’ve ever done.
Rob had never been to “the Key West”—as I used to call it when I was a kid growing up in FL—and the signature quirk (and open container policy) won him over in a big, humid hug.
Check out the photo diary—picture of topless bull riding girl purposely eliminated, but you can hit Rob’s Insta for that little gem.
[Cooling off at Turtle Kraals.]
[Scenes from the Marquesa Hotel.]
[Tile in Hemingway’s bathroom.]