by justbeingbing | Aug 22, 2018 | Americana, British Cream Golden Retrievers, Florida Keys Road Trip 2018, Freedom, Journey, Solo female travel, women
It wasn’t easy, but after almost a week of complete relaxation and near-gluttony, I determined to leave my friends and their fabulous home and hospitality in Islamorada, and head north on the A1A. From all the comments and responses requesting their address and...
by justbeingbing | Aug 18, 2018 | Americana, Florida Keys Road Trip 2018, Journey, Solo female travel, women
As I planned this road trip south from Northern Virginia, I knew from the beginning that Islamorada, Florida was the destination. I was looking forward to experiencing the “Easy, Breezy, Key-Z” lifestyle my friends had so easily adapted since leaving ...
by justbeingbing | Aug 16, 2018 | Americana, Florida Keys Road Trip 2018, Freedom, Journey, Solo female travel, women
Destination day dawned clear and bright. I began the day in the middle of south central Florida with a mix of glad anticipation to finally arrive in the Keys and a sense of loss that my journey south was coming to a close. If you’re tempted to feel sorry for...
by justbeingbing | Aug 12, 2018 | Americana, Florida Keys Road Trip 2018, Freedom, Journey, Solo female travel, women
As I write, I’m discovering some of the less sensational parts of my journey have turned out to be much more compelling and interesting once I stopped long enough to reflect and write about them. Experiencing these weeks through the windshield and on foot have...
by justbeingbing | Aug 9, 2018 | Americana, Florida Keys Road Trip 2018, Freedom, Journey, Solo female travel, women
My long, slow, sweet journey from Virginia to the Florida Keys was made better for the miles I drove through Georgia. I was on the hunt for simple, and in the mid-summer heat and heart of Georgia, I found it. I’m still not sure I can accurately express the...
by justbeingbing | Aug 7, 2018 | Americana, Florida Keys Road Trip 2018, Journey, Solo female travel, women
I’ve had a bit of a love affair with South Carolina my entire adult life. The roots of this fascination can be found in the most unlikely rite of passage – the college spring break. Most kids trekked en masse to Florida for the storied beaches of the...
