Back from my FL vacation

FL, for those unfamiliar with the USA state abbreviations, is Florida. I spent a week there; flew to Tampa where my friend lies and then we drove to Key West. According to the map, it's about 435 miles and takes about 7½ to 8 hours to drive there. It took less because my host opted to do the lion's share of driving and he drives like a maniac.
We stayed at my host's friend's timeshare. She has two time shares that she rents at the same time. One she leases out so that she is always guaranteed that a friend or acquaintance or vested individual will be there while she is there.
My host spent an inordinate amount of time in the pool. I thought it odd since he lives in a retirement community that also has a pool. But this way he got a chance to engage others in his brilliance and show off his higher level of intelligence to a different set of folks. What showed up at the pool, however, were pro-Tr*mp (rally) republicans who smoked cigarettes and/or cigars and drank alcohol. While my friend is currently sustaining (without Program), he has always been anti-tobacco. Not surprisingly, he is pro-pot. Back when I first met him, tobacco was legal everywhere (even on campus), but pot was not. The anti-tobacco signage at the pool indicated that the management would request that the smoker(s) be considerate of others. With republican pro-45ers in the water? Ha!
My host was also 'hanging' with the F2F crowd and I thought that they might have preferred being with their own at mealtime. He invited himself along and added me to the group. Their choice of restaurants were a bit pricey, and while he had originally agreed to pay my way, the hospitality ended when he opened the menu and saw the costs of appetizers and entrées. I chose the meatless dishes and got quite the inquisition... "You're not vegetarian, are you?" they'd ask in horror. "No," I'd reply, "I don't eat shellfish." (Their choices were seafood restaurants). Then my host asked me in front of others, "I can't believe you don't eat calamari." I told him that I have allergies. I would have told him something else, but I was in polite company.
I spent quite a bit of time on my own. I wandered and strolled without a map (I had my cell and I knew how to pull up a routing program) and opted to have ample amounts of Cuban food on my own. These were not the rice-and-beans eaters, although they did perk up their collective ears when I had told them that I was lunching at the Falafel King near the Aquarium. When I had returned, they asked me how it was. I was surprised since one of the gals made it clear to me that she didn't eat fried food. (As if the falafel were going to be prepared any other way?). I told her that it was a cash only establishment and that it was run by Cubans (not Israelis or middle easterners) and that they sold cigarettes by the pack inside. The food was tasty. To their chagrin, I had not ordered falafel. Instead, I had chicken livers and onion on a baguette. They make it with cole slaw and sweet peppers.
We went on a glass bottom boat tour which was somewhat educational. The guide reminded us that we need to be mindful of the gulf and ocean life because of its fragile symbiotic life.
I had much more sunshine than is my wont, but I did manage to stay well slathered with sun screen.
I was glad to be away from the homestead for a bit and to spend some time with a long time friend. I was reminded that I do not fare well in humid climate and that I don't care to be outdoors for long periods of time. Walk on flat terrain was a treat. Eating Cuban cuisine was a delight. Hearing roosters crow at 5:00 am reminded me that I am unaffected since that is when I am generally up and out of bed anyway. And I would much rather hear a rooster in the morning than someone else's poor choice of pseudo-music.
I doubt I would ever choose to return to Key West. For one thing, it wasn't quite as gay as I had imagined it would be. For another, I found a lot of anti-democrat redneck folks meandering about. Being in a party town in which the geri- set is partying is--in the words of Mary Poppins--"Not at all attractive to my way of thinking."