Since we were already in FL, about 45 minutes from where I grew up, we spent our third day re-living some of my childhood memories in St. Augustine. We used to go to St. Augustine at least a couple times a year, one time always being around my birthday. I have so many great memories of this old Spanish city, and was excited especially to be able to show it to Ben, who loves all things Spanish. It was especially neat to be back in St. Augustine after having lived in Spain as an adult. So much of the city this time looked like so many parts of Spain that Ben and I visited when we were living there.
On the boat on the way over to visit Fort Matanzas.
Exploring Fort Matanzas with Reagan, who was convinced we were at some sort of pirate place. She kept expecting Captain Hook to pop out at any moment.
The majestic and enchanting St. Augustine. Ben actually used the word "spectacular" to describe the city; that's a word I think I've heard him utter a total of three times since I've known him.
We visited an old Catholic cemetery in St. Augustine, one I used to love exploring as a kid. Reagan found this statue of "Jesus" and had to touch it.