Wednesday February 8th
The lumps on the bed ...
From the upper story you could the lighthouse across the street. The story is that his friends thought he liked his house because the lighthouse helped Hemingway find it after his nightly visits to Sloppy Joe's Bar.
We are standing between a little house on the left (next picture) which used to be a carriage house with a hay loft upstairs for the horses and the main house on the right (picture after the next). Pauline had converted the carriage house into guest quarters downstairs and upstairs was Hemingway's studio ... accessible by a cat walk across from the main house bedroom floor.
video shows it better but you can also see the wrought-iron works preventing anyone from taking a step into it.
The studio looks very comfortable and friendly and I can see that it would be conducive for work. Of course this was before computers and you can see his typewriter. He would start every morning early as the guide said "for 700 words or until lunch, whatever came first". His leg got badly damaged during the war and gave him a lot of trouble so he would write mostly standing at his typewriter.
All the cats had names of famous people and at their death were buried properly in a corner of the property.
Stairs looking down.
In the photo on the left you can see the lighthouse and keeper's quarters without the now huge trees.
Special of the day: fresh catch in a most delicious creamy curry with veggies on rice.
The bartender was fun and the couple next to us too.
They told us they were going to the theater. So we decided that was a good idea. Timing after dinner was perfect too. The play was ... different. "A dead man's cell phone" by Sara Ruhl. Interesting. Quite good entertainment.