Conch is pronounced 'konk'. Bahia Honda means 'deep bay' in Spanish - it's where the ferries you to be based that would go to and from Havana. The word Bahia is pronounced 'Buh-hee-yuh'. I used to live in the Keys - up in Marathon, for a long time. Anyway, since you guys seem to be on the road a bit, I thought you might enjoy a quick read - this is from my diary from when I lived in the Keys; I loved how simple and quirky it was! Enjoy: Hey, what about 15th Street Ocean in Marathon in the Florida Keys? I used to live there - in a conch house. Okay, admittedly it was a bit of a heaven for pirates (yes, some people would call piracy a crime, but on 15th Street we just called that 'doin' business'), but it was always interesting! There was a woman named Betty who lived in a trailer there; she used old beer cans and plywood to make the steps going up into her home, which was an old sun-bleached trailer of an average size, and in good condition - though you could see the roof was a little worn-out, and had seen better days. She also had a red 1950's Chevy convertible that was missing its motor, and sitting on concrete blocks on her front lawn. People who weren't familiar with the area might think it was just junk, but to Betty it was her prized car, something she loved and definitely kept an eye on! One day a couple of young guys, shrimp fishermen, jumped into her Chevy with a case of beer, and started drinking. Well, that made Betty angry - it was her car, and they weren't supposed to be sitting in it. She came out and yelled at them, "ya'll get outta mah car - [while holding her hand above her heart] I just had major surgery - major serg-ree, you hear me"?! But the fishermen just ignored her. Again she said, "git outta mah car - I just had major serg-ree, MAJOR SERG-REE and you all are gonna give me another heart attack"! By this time a huge crowd had gathered to watch what was going on (of course, being 15th Street something was ALWAYS going on). But, the fishermen just kept drinking, completely oblivious to the danger they faced by making Miss Betty angry. Some in the crowd were telling them they should get out of Miss Betty's car, not only was it wrong for them to intrude on her property, but also because she really didn't take well to people disrespecting her that way. Now Miss Betty let my friends and I sit in her car and drink many times, but that was always after we politely asked her first and got permission to. It was then Miss Betty disappeared back inside her trailer, and came out with a .22 rifle. She gave the fishermen one more warning, and then --- bang! bang! She shot each one of the guys in the leg! The police pulled up, and calmly said to Miss Betty, "now Miss Betty, yah just can't go around shooting people just because they sat in your car". She replied, "but it's mah car, and they're trespassin', and you know I just had major serg-ree, MAJOR-SERG-REE and they're makin' me very upset"! One of the officers said, "well trespassin' is a crime, but not one you'd go hurtin' someone over - so you go put that gun away, and we'll tell these guy to get outta your car, and the next time something like this happens you gotta promise to call us". Miss Betty reluctantly agreed to call them in the future if she had any problems, and went back inside with her rifle. The 2 fishermen refused medical care, and walked back to their shrimp boat down at the docks... And thus ends the completely true tale of Miss Betty of 15th Street Oceanside.