Touring Hemingway's house--and the town of Key West, in general--was the highlight of my spring break and, let's face it, maybe my life. Even better, the clever tour guide inspired the topic for my final research paper in my lit class (Womanhood after World War I: Clarissa Dalloway, Catherine Barkley, and Women's Roles in the 1920s).
Key West was magical, and so was Atlantis. We had the best time playing on water slides, jumping around on the beach, and pretending we were Mary Kate and Ashley in Holiday in the Sun.
When can I go back?
