Hawks Cay Resort Dinner at Joe’s Stone Crab

Even though we are now adjusted to a less nomadic lifestyle with fancy perks such as our own bed and a closet to put our clothes, we still fantasize about our next adventure. The final two months of our trip were heavy on city-centric sightseeing so for my next vacation I’ll be looking for a bit of beach time! So I was excited when a resort based in the Florida Keys, invited me to dinner to learn more about their property! Hawks Cay Resort, Villas and Marina, located on Duck Key is situated roughly halfway between Key Largo and Key West. Over the past few years Jeremy and I both have had multiple friends take trips down to the Keys and rave about its tropical feel and laid back atmosphere. It definitely has risen to the top of our “must visit” list.

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Sailing the Whitsundays, A Maritime Disaster

From some of our Air BnB hosts in New Zealand, to friends back home sending us scary sounding emails, the theme we kept hearing as we ended our time in New Zealand and headed to Australia was, “There are zero predators in New Zealand but in Australia, everything is trying to kill you.” Since we were go, go, go in New Zealand, the Australian portion of our journey was designed for us to visit beach towns and bigger cities, nothing really in the Outback. We figured our biggest concern would be checking the bed at night for spiders. While we did not overlook pesky insects, we definitely forgot to factor in choppy water, coral, jellyfish and more.

Let’s start from the beginning– and listen, I know there is zero sympathy for the couple who isn’t working and seeing the world, but bear with us as we relay our first sailing trip! We started for Australia with a 3:00am wake up for our shuttle to pick us up for the airport. From there we were due to have an easy layover before boarding a flight to a small airport in Hamilton Island, one of the Whitsunday isles. Instead we encountered the first of hopefully not many, travel luggage incidents. One bag came out while the second was mysteriously nowhere to be found. After a good 30 minutes, Steph went to report the bag missing, and just as she was next up in line after waiting 20 minutes, the bag plops down onto the carousal, mocking us, saying “what’s the big deal, I’m here now.” So we start rushing through customs inspections, the transfer to the domestic terminal, cut the line to check our bags for the next airport (Sorry Aussies!), and then busted through the terminal to make our next flight. Avoided a big problem, all good ahead right?

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