Usually, the journey to reach a coveted destination is considered a burden or, at best, a duty to be paid in terms of fatigue, boredom and impatience. Occasionally, however, happen to address trips that satisfy the traveler well before reaching its goal. So there arises the question: what is the real goal? In these cases, the mind responds that it is nice to have a goal towards which to travel but in the end what really matters is the journey that leads us to it. This assumption that is no less Key West, the tropical end of the United States of America, where the waters of the Atlantic Ocean are linked with those of the turquoise Gulf of Mexico. This is an area of \u200b\u200bthe state of Florida reached in several ways, none of which, however, equal to its strong emotional charge for travel on four wheels. Reached Key West with my family on board a van hired in Miami, along the Overseas Highway (U.S. Route 1), one of the most scenic and charming streets of the world. This road runs for 205 km. along the Keys, according to a saying that is not a geographical location as a place of mind. This does not mean that they are primarily an archipelago of 1,700 islands and rocks from the Caribbean flavor joined together by thin strips of land bridges and futuristic. I am a string of pearls from the only natural protected coral reef in North America that has captured the Demiurge in a treasure chest in Key West is the key component, as its name suggests. Moving on the artery that runs through the Keys has a dual significance. Means getting progressively more and more desperately in a world enchanted and enchanting, where Nature, as well as to evoke virginal Jurassic era, winning all resistance and human indifference, flooding the senses of wonder. But it also means to penetrate nell'affabulazione romantic and adventurous at the same time. There the illusion of being managed in a place called Key West, but in fact we go towards the epic story of pioneer America, where settlers contended the land to the Seminole Indians and alligators, and the coasts of which gave refuge to pirates and unscrupulous Wrecks of the looters, but now have fought mainly by the hurricanes and high seas fishing. You go to a lost civilization and yet consciously wisely preserved.
Key West can be reached slowly, savoring the intense blue of the sky and the green scent of the sea and the tropical forest. If it were not that mile markers - small indicator of the green and white posts on the road - today announced the gradual approach of destination, it seems that the path is an illusory downhill in the secret gardens of the soul. There is in fact the alienation that accompanies every life experience unusual and rewarding. You fall victims of evanescence of fiction, the relativity of points of view, the existence of counterpoint we have always dreamed of. It becomes Don Quixote. And each intermediate stage, each short stop, has the breath of the adventure, not always a happy ending. It is curious that in 1552, when the Keys were spotted for the first time dall'avventuriero Spaniard Juan Ponce de Leon, were baptized "Los Martires" because, from afar, their shape was thinking of those tried by suffering. Joy and suffering have long lived here. In Islamorada, "the world capital of sport fishing, there is a monument under which are buried 500 victims of the hurricane that devastated the Keys in 1935. In Marathon, however, you feel a melancholy pleasure in front of a section of the old, legendary Seven Mile Bridge, now the longest pier in the world. When it was built in 1912, this bridge was called "the eighth wonder of the world." Drive on the new Seven Mile Bridge, built in 1982, is an experience on the road that every driver in love with the road should enjoy at least once in their lifetime. Otherwise you will never know what it means to ride suspended between sky and sea, between a blanket and a sheet of colored silk intoxicating. After the bridge, you enter the Lower Keys, a world even more rugged and untouched the previous one. Bahia Honda offers surprisingly the most beautiful beach in the Keys and the second for all uses in the vicinity of the reserves of Big Pine Key, Florida happens to a deer, no bigger than a large dog, cross the road. See these deer swim "Disney" between an island and another, usually where the dolphins play, fills the mind and the heart of wonder child of unspeakable tenderness. It is the inkling that announces the enclave of Eden, where relaxation is the only imperative commandment.
"The world is a beautiful place and it is worth fighting" - Ernest Hemingway wrote left, which made her such a paradise retreat . I also thought some of the Calusa tribe and Matecumbe, however, that nothing could against the colt and rifles of the settlers. Yes, keep this paradise, which the Pirates of the Caribbean chose to stay and impregnable refuge, it is worth fighting for. Go to the American people recognized the merit of having done so. Key West has been preserved because I can testify that only beauty can save us.
Here, finally, the legendary, vibrant, glossy and entertaining Key West. The uncontaminated atmosphere that prevails on other Keys out here to make way for a new atmosphere, no less attractive and somewhat theatrical. The first thing that strikes you is the smell of continuity. The Key West today mirrors that of the past. It was the haunt of pirates and fishermen, of Hemingway and fun. Today is the town (30,000 inhabitants) of gay, nudist and tourism snob. What, then, the common denominator? Today as yesterday, the atmosphere in Key West is cosmopolitan, politically correct and unconventional at the same time, the scent of freedom and tolerance. The sophistication of Key West is aristocratic - came here on vacation and President Harry Truman had the summer residence of the members of the Upper Class American - but also an alternative, thanks to fans of the new age, and even populist. Once there the refugees landed in Cuba, whose coasts are only 90 miles as the crow flies, but now landing from cruise ships and tourists hurried and omnivores, eager to swarm into Duval Street in search of souvenirs. Key West is elegant yet simple, warm and humid all year round trip to lovely beaches of white sand. It is also a museum open, full of evocative symbols, some of them immortal. The most popular is Ernest Hemingway, a true American icon. In 1928, after having spliced \u200b\u200bthe beautiful Pauline Pfeiffer, a former fashion editor of Vogue , the famous novelist he set up house in Key West - a house of coral rock in English colonial style - where he completed the writing of A Farewell to weapons and wrote many other popular novels. From 1931 until 1940, he spent his time creating, drinking like a sponge at Sloppy Joe's and fishing. But Key West has this special seduces and betrays. Hemingway deluded themselves that they have found the key to happiness. He was suddenly awakened by a blow gun. His father, weakened by a terminal illness, killed himself by shooting himself in the head. Today, at his home in Whitehead Street into a museum still live the descendants of his cats.
Every day, on time, in Key West is the scene in "Sunset Celebration", the celebration of the sunset. A plethora of street vendors, buskers and tourists enliven a unique representation of spontaneous affection for Mother Nature. They wait for the sunset at Mallory Square, contemplating his effervescence colors. The moment the sun sinks in the bloody waters of the Gulf of Mexico comes a spontaneous applause. I joined. Meanwhile, his eyes caught a man running with his labrador on the beach in South Beach, where there is the concrete pylon red, black and yellow marks the Southernmost Point, the southernmost point of the United States of America. I also noticed a silhouette horizon. It seemed a boat. A vessel, perhaps? Flatter myself that I liked was a English galleon or the Flying Dutchman. Believe it, because clearances at the pin from the dream world and reality are mixed up and return children. What's wrong? As Hemingway said, "have a heart of a child is not a disgrace. It is an honor. "
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