The sun is setting over the ocean as I drive over a suspension bridge . Hues of pink and purple escape from the clouds, reflecting off the water as if it were a sheet of glass. Tiny, quaint looking islands, lush with vegetation dot the distant waters. The only company they have are the fishing boats still out trying for todays catch. Bridge crosses over to island, and then back to bridge. The pattern repeats itself over and over. I can’t believe that I’m still in the United States. The entire atmosphere seems so different than the rest of the nation. I immediately feel at home and don’t want to leave. Where else could make me feel like this but the Florida Keys?