Driving day today. We left the Canaveral area and drove up I-95 to St. Augustine where we pulled into St. John RV Park. The nice reception lady spoke a form of English that may mean something to someone but was completely unintelligible to me. Her funny pronunciation of what may have been English words was only slightly hindered by the complete lack of upper front teeth. I believe she was trying to be very nice but she may have been calling me disparaging things without my knowledge since I could not understand anything she said. Her smile was half spectacular – the lower half.
We took a spin a couple of miles down the road to St. Augustine and ultimately ended up at the historic St. Augustine Lighthouse and Museum which cost Peggy $9.95 to see but only cost me $7.95 because I am so ancient. It is very lighthouse-like and is made from a shitload of bricks but I can’t remember how many. I would speculate is is between 1 and 2 million because it is a big Jose and you can see it from all over town. Like numerous museums we have seen in the South, it is high on admission fees but low on artifacts but it was okay nevertheless.
We left there and headed into the main tourist attraction part of St. Augustine which was quite horrible. Traffic is terrible, everything costs loads of money and there were no good places to eat that we could identify. They even have something called “Historic Parking” but we did not investigate that particular attraction. We just tried to leave and head back to the Invader albeit slowly considering the traffic. Just as we arrived home, we were again blessed with another Florida downpour and the skies were open for business. Despite living in Oregon for ten years I have never seen rain like they have here. In 20 minutes the streets become long linear lakes such that the lines painted on the highway become invisible because they are obscured by water and the miracle of refraction. The downpours are such that watching the TV in the Invader becomes impossible if one wishes to hear the sound track because the drumming on the roof is so loud.
Peg & I toughed it out in the Invader during the evening watching The King and I, a musical created in the ’50s and I am surprised to write that I actually enjoyed it despite the genre. The costumes were spectacular and the music was pretty good, too. I can’t believe I said this.