He's my hero.
St. Augustine is beautiful. I must go back there.
Got a great walk-in deal at the oldest hotel in the oldest city. Highly recommend it. (But why do the nicest hotels charge $10/day for wi-fi when a Howard Johnson's does it for free? Why?)
Met the natives.
|See explanation below.|
Had beautiful blue skies.
|Statue in the cathedral's courtyard|
Considered napping, but didn't.
|Spanish guard room bunks.|
|British barracks bunks - for 4.|
|Overlooking the town.|
Earlier, we reserved spots on a ghost tour/pub crawl that began at 830 pm. With some time to kill between dinner and the tour, we went and got tattoos. Seriously, I don't think my husband will let me go anywhere with my sister again.
Actually, he doesn't mind. It's a tasteful pair of roses.
And it's just henna.
Sunday morning breakfast at the Athena Cafe.
This sundial on the wall of the cathedral tower would be correct if not for Daylight Savings. It was actually 830 am.
|Just hanging out in the bay...ah, the life...|
|Magnolia Street - lined by live oaks.|
They survived, but nobody slept...neither kids nor dogs, hence not Bill. Good thing it was only 2 nights!