Jun 15 2008
No Ghosts
It’s not that there aren’t any in St. Augustine just that we didn’t see any while we were there. We wound up leaving fairly early because the weather was oppressively hot, and we were all miserable. We spent a good portion of the trip looking for sunglasses and mostly finding vintage sunglasses or over-priced fashion knock-offs that looked like they would break the first time that you put them on. I guess I’m just going to hit Walmart and get some cheap sunglasses that will hopefully last more than a few hours.
We did have fun in St. Aug though. We visited a couple of restaurants I’ve never tried before, and we tried gelato at Whetstone’s. We walked around by the Spanish bakery and I told ghost stories as we were wandering about the different places that I remembered having legends. We spent some time at the fort looking for messages, and found the hot shot oven seemed to have the resonance that someone might have been put in there and poked with sharp objects, and my friend kept humming a tune that she was hearing like it was being played on the viola or violin, and felt that there were a couple of soldiers helping a little girl get some wildflowers somewhere near the hot shot oven.
We’ve decided that we’re only going to go up to St. Aug between the months of October and February because then it might not be so oppressively hot when trying to walk around.
