We're on our way to becoming vegetarians.

I thought that I would get the subject line out of the way first because I know that there will be collective groan from my parents and anyone who makes dinner for us.  Randal and I did decide one caveat though and that is we will eat whatever is served us - we will just no longer buy meat.  I attended a conference last week in Florida and one after another inspiring lectures about lifestyle medicine helped us reach this conclusion.  Learning stuff can be kind of annoying.

You know what else is annoying?  Donald Trump.  

Milo is definitely a Hillary supporter and so we got dressed up for the final debate and cheered for our woman.  Go Hillary, go!  

And then to Naples!  Our hotel was near the beach, so we enjoyed some daily treks to the waves.  We let Milo explore the sand and insert sand in every crevice he could.

When we were tired of the beach, we hung out at the pool. It was a terrible week, obviously.

I met this guy - Michael Greger - who write the nutritionfacts.org webpage and gave a hilarious lecture about the benefits of a plant based diet.  If you're bored - he's awesome.  See how happy I am?

The conference ended and we decided that we should see the Everglades before they're destroyed by climate change, so we headed south.

Randal and Milo don't like it when I interrupt their hike to take pictures.

This alligator is real.  The Everglades have big, big alligators.  And this park has one crocodile, interestingly enough.

Fortunately, we had Milo to tame the alligators.

And then what do you do if you have about 36 more hours?  Head to Key West!  So, we did.  We visited Hemingway's home, which was fantastic.  And happened to come during the week of Fantasy Fest.  Not knowing that it was Fantasy Fest, we wondered if people in Key West regularly went topless with body paint at every age and size.  However, we learned that we were there just before the annual parade during Key West's Annual Week of Bacchanal.  Bacchanal was right.  Wow.

Randal wanted to take a picture of Milo with a bunch of men in assless chaps, but...  I said no.   

Hemingway House

Instead, I took Milo to meet the presidential candidates.  He definitely had his preferences.

And now we're back home and getting ready for Pacific Terrace's finest holiday...  Halloween.

Milo is a narwhal - a fantastic, homemade costume that requires explanation because no one knows what a narwhal is.  But - he's the cutest narwhal ever.  Don't you think?

Happy Halloween from the Popes and our favorite sea creature.