On Sunday in Florida we decided we were going to see the old fort in the bay area of St. Augustine.
“The Spanish for, begun in 1672, stood firm against English attacks and helped Spain to hold Florida for many years. During the American Revolution, it was a British stronghold. Later it became a battery in the U.S. coastal defense system.”
I love old places and as you go down San Marcos Ave. before turning onto the Lion Bridge you see this stone wall stretching across the coastline. It was absolutely awesome to see all of the canons, people volunteering in period dress, watching the canon fire and listening to the volunteers speak Spanish. We didn’t take the tour, but we wandered throughout the fort hither and thither among the peoples.
The fort flies the Burgundian Saltire flag. It is one of six that the Castillo has flown throughout its history.
This is an aerial view of the fort. I got the picture from the wiki page. It is gorgeous all around and I’m hoping when we go back, we can do the ghost tour. At least there aren’t eight flights of stairs to climb.
The next morning we watched the sunrise over the ocean while walking along at high tide. We collected sand, shells, and seawater while watching joggers and early morning surfers. It was the best vacation I could have asked for. Jesse made sure to take me to all the places he had been when he was a child and shared stories. We hope to go back and fish off the pier. So we said goodbye to St. Augustine.