If you have followed me for awhile, you know we have a 6 year old Havanese named Hemingway.  As the name suggests, Havanese are from Havana, Cuba.  We wanted a name that captured his homeland but were a little worried screaming something like "Castro" at a dog park on Capitol Hill might raise some eyebrows.

We are those crazy dog people.  Which is fitting because our dog is crazy.  I don't mean, quirky.  I mean...he is on Prozac for separation anxiety and escapes most enclosures kind of crazy. Bless it.  He is so sweet and so nuts. 

I was cleaning out my phone the other day and came across some pics of our trip years ago to Key West and was laughing at how we just HAD to go see Hemingway's House because of our dog.  Turns out, it was and is one of my favorite and most inspirational spaces I had ever seen. 

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