Margaritaville at Sea Paradise
Earlier this month, my Coastal Cowgirl adventure took me on a four-night escape from Palm Beach to Key West and Freeport.
The ship is older but nicely renovated. Its smaller size is part of the appeal. Just enough activity, entertainment, and dining to keep you busy without the overwhelm of a mega-ship.
Food is typical cruise fare, but I like how the buffet is divided into food-court-style stations, with plenty of additional dining options.
Key West
Key West doesn’t greet you—it ambushes you with pastel charm, loud chickens, and the undeniable urge to buy a tropical shirt.
I wasted no time embracing the local culture. Before 10 a.m., I was standing in line to sample the famous key lime pie. It was there that I met Nick. With my ship sailing later that afternoon, he had until 3 p.m. to show me the best of Key West.
The chocolate-dipped frozen key lime pie truly needs to come with an addiction warning.
Duval Street is an irresistible mix of coastal charm and unapologetic eccentricity.
We walked to the Southernmost Point, stopped at the butterfly exhibit, browsed galleries and shops, and enjoyed Key West’s unmistakably quirky character.
Artful Detours
I purchased a giclée print by Florida Keys photographer Jack Louden titled Rhapsody in Blue. It features a blue heron with ruffled feathers and a slightly disheveled attitude.
Island Vibe
Music spills out of every other doorway along Duval Street. Bars and restaurants feature live performers with that laid-back energy that makes you want to find a seat and recover with a cold drink.
Sloppy Joe’s had a live band playing. It’s not a sandwich shop—it’s more of a Key West personality test.
By night, Nick explained, the volume goes up, and the party spills right onto Duval Street. You’re either walking past it—or joining the fray.
Freeport, Grand Bahama
Freeport had an entirely different energy, so I opted to stay on the ship and conserve mine.
A wise decision. Some of the best entertainment was still to come.
No Rhythm – No Problem
Every cruise ship has its legends.
On this sailing, they arrived as a matched set. Two older brothers—gray hair, matching island shirts, and the unmistakable confidence of men who believed they absolutely had the moves.
They didn’t dance so much as stomp grapes. Feet pounding. Arms flailing. Jumping, skipping—trying to keep up with every musical beat.
They had the exact same moves. It was like watching a comedy sketch in unison.
And honestly, you had to admire them. What they lacked in rhythm, they more than made up for with enthusiasm.
One brother had a dance partner—a tiny, joyful woman who floated around the dance floor with her arms in the air, prancing like she was performing a slow‑motion strut. She was in her own happy little world.
The audience loved it.
Phones came out. People laughed. Not because anyone was being cruel, but because it was impossible not to smile while watching someone completely lost in the moment.
The second brother had a different approach. He had no dance partner—so he simply went shopping for one.
He surfed the audience like a man on a mission, approaching every woman in sight. That included married women seated with their husbands, which was bold… and deeply optimistic.
The Euphoria Lounge had its own herd that night, reminding me that life is too short to sit on the sidelines waiting until you’re perfect.
Sometimes you just have to get out there and dance—to whatever beat you hear.
Lip Sync Gone Wild
The lip sync contest turned into a comedy audition.
These people came ready to win.
There are extroverts… and then there are performance artists.
The finalists chose their songs and costumes. They danced on bar tables. They slithered down stairwells. Men took off their shirts and tossed them into the audience like confetti.
But the winning performance belonged to a woman who chose Whitney Houston’s “And I’m Telling You, I’m Not Going.”
She didn’t just perform for the audience.
She selected a co-star.
And she chose wisely.
The gentleman she singled out was watching from the stairwell.
He was in.
She took his hand, led him to center stage, and continued the performance directly into his ear.
He reached back and affectionately touched her thigh.
Apparently, he was really in.
By the final verse, they were embracing while she somehow managed to stay committed to the performance.
The song ended. They did not. The host finally had to separate them.
And yes—she won the free cruise.
There’s something about a cruise ship that gives people permission to leave their inhibitions at the dock.
Service at Sea
My room attendant, Yakub, was quietly attentive without being intrusive.
Each evening, I’d find an adorable towel animal waiting on the bed—one of those small touches that makes you smile.
Final Thoughts
Key West had been on my bucket list for years, and it did not disappoint.
It’s colorful, quirky, slightly unruly—and impossible to experience in a single day.
Maybe that was the theme of the entire trip: a little less restraint, a little more living.
I left Key West feeling like I’d only read the first chapter.
But I’ll definitely be back to see how the story unfolds.
Part of the Coastal Cowgirl Series
Romancing the Herd 