My weekend trip to St. Augustine (oldest city in the US!) was fantastic and lovely, but the sense of lost time (lost sense of time?) that accompanied it is still hitting me with a vengeance. How is it that my room managed to seemingly explode in my absence? Seriously, my stuff is everywhere, not including the souvenirs I just acquired (which was less than I thought after opening my wallet to all). Pictures are being sorted and will be shared soon. In the meantime, I leave you with a view of the Castillo de San Marcos on a rainy day.