Forever young...

We have drank from the Ponce de Leon's Fountain of Youth, and we should all be good to go for the next 50 years (we have our reservations made at this great little bed and breakfast on St. George Street called Augustin Inn... just kidding, but if you are looking for a great place to stay here, it looks good).

This really is a gorgeous little tucked away historic spot, right in the middle of a funny little neighborhood. There are 15 acres with loads of birds, and lots to do. It is so easy to imagine yourself back in the 1600s.

Ponce de Leon came in search of this Fountain of Youth in the late 1500s because he was told of its existence, and he believed enough to finance his own adventure from Portugal. He made the trip on Columbus' second journey.

We all decided that the water from the fountain isn't the best tasting... it almost tastes a little salty, and seems full of minerals. But I am quite sure the effects will be obvious the moment you see us... I am pretty sure I looked younger in the mirror this morning, despite all the wine I have been drinking.

The grounds were wonderful to wonder around on. There were loads of peacocks around... friendly peacocks. (My Aunt Clara used to have peacocks, but they were mean.) The most interesting ones were the white ones. They aren't albino peacocks, but a breed that was produced in India... they wanted them to be pure.

This was the actual place that Ponce de Leon landed and lived for many years. He left and died of blood poisoning from an Indian's arrow that pierced his thigh. He believed so much that he had found this miracle water. I am surprised he ever left. Perhaps if he had stayed, he would still be alive today to tell us the story.