Key West is a magical wonderland, and only a complete lack of the appropriate financial and social resources prevents me from moving here immediately.
Before I learned that I would be coming to this seminar and workshop as a runner-up for an award, I was, as I mentioned, obsessed with cruise ships. It was a particular delight for me to walk down the street in a post-air-travel haze and run into a docked RCI ship, the Enchantment of the Seas. All of RCI’s ships are named Something-or-other of the Seas, which is how I recognized her.
I walked as close to her as I could without a ticket, in the hopes that I would be able to feel the ship’s presence — feel the immensity, feel what it was like to be near a floating colony the size of a small town. But I wasn’t able to feel anything about her. She was the size of a city block, and no more awe-inspiring to be near than that. Maybe if I get on board a cruise ship myself someday, I’ll be able to sense it better.
It turns out that I had previously encountered the Enchantment of the Seas online, in a video of a less than enchanting incident where strong winds pushed her into another cruise ship, as passengers yelled and called across to each other. (Not much damage was done.)
L.T. Patridge 
I was in Key West in October for an afternoon, arriving via the Enchantment of the Seas! For the scant amount of time I was there, I realized that if my life was John Wicked away and I was completely on my own without emotional ties to home, I’d end up in Key West, playing with beads and sitting in sticky bars. It has replaced San Francisco as my run-away-to town.