Jasmine POV
Anthony and I stood on the opposite sides of the boulder thingy and got our picture taken.
On our way out, I stopped to look at a sign explaining the Southernmost point. (While Anthony put his shirt back on. What was his point, scare me half to death???)
The point was supposedly shaped like a buoy, and it was 90 miles away from Cuba.
I was quite distracted with my thoughts, that I didn't notice Anthony repeatedly kissing my cheek to get my attention.
"Huh... what?" I asked.
"Ernest Hemingway Museum, remember?"
"Oh, right!"
We hopped onto our bikes and pedaled our way to the museum.
Just before arriving, he said, "Do you want something to drink? I'm thirsty."
"Sure. But I'm paying."
"But you paid last time!"
"And?"
"Okay, fine. Rock-Paper-Scissors"
"Seriously?!"
We got off of our bikes and faced each other.
"Ready, Sunshine?"
I smiled an evil grin and nodded.
"Rock, paper, scissors... shoot!"
Anthony made a fist (rock) and I held my palm out. (Paper)
He rolled his eyes, laughed, and said, "Fine! But you are not paying for food!"
He took my hand and led me to the little booth that sold drinks.
I got iced tea, and he got mango juice.
I paid and then we sat down, right next to each other, on a, kind of tall, brick wall.
Our feet hung over the wall, and I playfully kicked him.
He jokingly kicked me back, except that while he did so, he spilled mango juice onto his pants.
"That's your punishment for trying to kick me back!"
He laughed and helped me look for a napkin in the bag that Anthony had brought along with us.
I ended up finding his red bermuda pants, which was good. However, no napkins.
I threw the red pants onto Anthony's head, and he said, "I can't change my pants here!"
"Obviously not! There's a bathroom over there! Next to the booth we just went to!"
He hopped off of the wall and went to the bathroom, covering up his pants with his other pants.
I laughed and waited for him.
A few minutes later, he came out wearing his red pants.
We finished up our drinks and headed to the Ernest Hemingway Museum.
While in line to get tickets, a small white kitten, with six toes, appeared through the many palm trees covering the perimeter of the house.
"Aww, Anthony look!"
I pointed at the kitten, and then it meowed and disappeared.
"It was really fluffy!"
I squealed and replied, "I know!!!"
He laughed and gave me a gentle side hug.
"But why did it have six toes?"
A jovial tour guide guy answered his question.
"Hemingway owned a six-toed cat, given to him by a ship's captain. This museum is home to about 40-50 six-toed cats, and some are descendants of Hemingway's cat, whom he called Snow White"
I smiled and said, "That's nice"
The guy gave Anthony and I a brochure, and then left.
We paid for our tickets and entered the museum.
The outside of the house was painted white and golden yellow, not to mention that it was extremely fancy.
And the inside of the, rather small, house was even more intricately decorated.
The first room we saw had many complex paintings and framed newspaper articles, along with a few other cased artifacts.
His living room had smaller paintings and artifacts. What was more eye-catching were his sofas; two had velvet red cushions, and another larger one was off-white with polished wood. (And cute little cats were sleeping on them!!!)
In Hemingway's bedroom, a painting hung over his bed, and on the bed, a grey cat was curled up in the middle.
His writing studio was my favorite.
A wide bookshelf had a few books in it, and on top of that, was a deer head. (Why were these so popular???)
A polished wood table-and-chair set was placed next to a chaise-lounge style sofa.
The walls were painted light blue, and many other small decorations adorned the bookshelf and table.
A tour guide lead us through the middle section of the house, where most of the information about Hemingway as at.
When we finished up at the house, we went outside of it, and saw his large pool, along with some other fancy patio furniture.
We finished our tour, and as we exited the museum, I kissed Anthony's cheek.
"What was that for?" he asked, smiling.
"For bringing me here! I loved it!"
He smiled and said, "Your welcome"
After that, Anthony and I pedaled over to the beach, our last stop for today. (Besides food)
When we arrived, I realized that the beach was quite small, and that not many people were there.
We both changed our clothes in the bathroom, and when we came out, we set our stuff down on a, rather large and curved, palm tree.
I didn't want to get in the water yet, so I sat down on the sand, and leaned on the palm tree.
Anthony (who was shirtless...) sat down next to me and draped his arm across my shoulders.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, as always.
"Happy, because I'm with you. Exhausted, because it's been a long day."
He smiled, pulled me closer to him, and kissed my hair.
I checked my watch.
12:00. It was still quite early.
"What do you want to eat, after this?" he asked.
I thought about it for a minute. Seafood was an option, but I'd been craving chicken wings for a good while.
"Chicken wings"
"Chicken wings???"
"Yes, why?"
"Because I was going to suggest we eat chicken wings, too!"
We laughed, and then I said, "With hot sauce."
"Yum"
We sat in silence for a while, admiring the beautiful blue sky and sunshine. (Whom I'm nicknamed after)
I looked behind me and smiled at the waves of the beach. They looked very refreshing, and suddenly I had the urge to go into them.
Sensing my thoughts, Anthony tapped on my shoulder and said, "Water?"
I smiled and said, "Water."
Anthony stood up quickly, and just when I was going to stand up, he picked me up and cradled me in his arms.
"Hey!" I exclaimed, laughing and wailing my feet around.
He walked knee-high into the water and then set me down, only to splash water on me.
I splashed water back at him, and soon enough, we had a huge water and sand fight.
I didn't want to involve sand in this fight, but Anthony threw sand at me first, so...
ATTACK!!!
We died of laughter as we threw sand and water at each other.
I walked deeper into the ocean to dodge sand, but Anthony followed me and continued with our mini-war.
Once I was elbow-high into the water, I viciously grabbed Anthony's face, and then he stopped, momentarily. I pulled him into a kiss, but I broke away a few seconds later, because he tasted like salt.
"You taste like salt" I declared.
He laughed and kissed the tip of my nose, which I found quite comforting, for some reason.
"You taste like salt, too!"
"Hey!"
We laughed, and then he said, "Let's sit down. We'll declare peace on this war... for now."
"For now???"
"Mhmm"
I rolled my eyes and let him lead me back to the surface, where we sat down next to each other.
Water splashed onto our feet as we sat there, our hands overlapping each other's.
After a while, I started getting hungry, so I checked my watch.
3:00.
No wonder I'm starving!
"Hungry?" Anthony asked. (How does he know???)
I nodded and said, "Yes."
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I passed my word limit in a chapter by 100! Oops... *innocent eyes*
The Museum part was so had to write!
A, because I've never been there.
B, because I was running out of synonyms for the word, 'fancy', and that's pretty much what describes Hemingway's house in general.
And because I didn't upload this chapter earlier, I promise to upload the next one tomorrow.
Christina out 💙
