imprisoned

Last week, I spent a day in prison.

Except it’s not a prison any more. It’s a popular tourist destination now known as Alcatraz Island. Back in the day, it was where the worst prisoners were sent: bank robbers, murderers, and income tax evaders (mental note: taxes ain’t no joke).

Alcatraz
Welcome to the Rock.

entry
But it wasn’t just a prison. When the prison closed in the ’60s, a group of Native Americans took over the island for a couple of years to protest their treatment.

the big house
The big house.

cell
Cozy, isn’t it? Kinda reminds me of my dorm room.

the yard
The yard.

6 blog_halee in yard
Rocking my purple chucks in the yard of the big house.

And that’s not all, folks. More to come on Tuesday…

Florida!

Florida was fabulous. I’ve never been to such a tropical-feeling place. Here’s a sample of what I saw there.

Some gorgeous bay views (and thankfully no alligators!).
FL waters

Colorful sunsets off a boardwalk.
FL waters 2

Although bugs feasted on my flesh while I climbed up on a bench to snap this one, I kinda feel like it was worth it.
sunset1-1

And after several days of working, there was a trip to a beach on a freakishly windy, rainy, typhoon-type day. (Well, I was hoping for an empty beach. Got my wish there! More about that experience on Tuesday.) But thankfully, the next day sported only a few clouds and I got my sunny day at the beach.
windy beach 2

And a kinda groovy downtown there in Tampa. Who doesn’t love a pair of palm trees gracing a cool building?
downtown b&w
All in all, not a bad trip. Florida has a lot to offer. (But next time, I’m bringing bug spray.)