Wedding

Before the the Hemingway House (a bust) we went in search of breakfast and I had a badass Cuban breakfast sandwich and mimosa at Harpoon Harry's. Terrible name, delicious breakfast. Post Hemingways, when our souls were a bit crushed, we headed in search of a libation or a snack. I wanted to take my love to get a croissant at the French bakery I had found the day before. It was just as good and the croissant was improved vastly by the puppies frolicking next door. Post puppies and croissants we walked the pier and ended up at Schooners Wharf where we had Schooner punches, a lethal combination of juice and rum. Incredibly relaxed we headed home to throw on fancy clothes to head to the subset wedding. It. Was. Awesome. That is all I have to say about that. Hammocks, the beach, great friends, and the Waldorf Astoria. Winning. On our way back to the hotel we stopped for Cubans. Perfect end to a perfect day.