You take US1 all the way from Miami down through all The Keys, to Key West. At its southern most point it's only 90 miles to Cuba. Cubans regularly wash up somewhere along the shore.
After flirting with Cheeses of Nazareth and The Edam Busters, I settled on The Cheese Empanada. It pays tribute to the tasty Chilean snack that I am often forced to fall back on, faced with a menu of cows,pigs, chickens, rabbits and unidentified sea gloop (although sometimes the gloop is pretty good).
Tales of a Shropshire Lad in Chile is nothing of the sort really. Most of the time it used to be pictures of The Diminutive One and I, supplemented with snaps of whatever from wherever with whoever, but now Amber has come along and stolen the show.