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The old city

I’m here at my aunt’s house somewhere in northern Florida. We arrived last night after taking the “long way.” My family sometimes wants to take the scenic route instead of the freeway, but now I understand why we always opt for the faster way: the scenic route is slow. Slow. Sloooooow.

On the way there, we stopped by a winery because my parents are wine aficionados. None of us had ever been to one before. Lakeridge Winery was its name. It was a small winery, as you might expect a Florida winery to be. It was a little place nestled neatly among the lakes and rolling hills of the central part of the state. We pretty much watched a DVD about the place, had a peek at the grapes growing, saw some storage tanks, and had wine. Well, I didn’t have any. I had some grape juice, though. That was good stuff: no sugar added. We should have gotten some.

Anyway, we arrived at my aunt’s house all in one piece, and so we celebrated by having dinner. I went to sleep early because I hadn’t had enough sleep the night before. And then I dreamt. I’ve been interested in lucid dreaming lately, but I haven’t gotten a notebook or anything to record my dreams. (I picked a bad time to get interested in lucid dreaming, you see. We’re sort of out in the middle of nowhere, with hardly a notebook around.)

Anyway, I had a few dreams, and I remember two of them. In one, I was being tossed around by giant waves on a beach. In the other, I was looking at some maps when I discovered to my surprise that I didn’t live in Deerfield Beach, Florida, but rather, in Deerfield Beach, Florida, North Carolina. What could these dreams mean? More importantly, how could I have achieved lucidity during them and made them go the way I wanted them to go? Now that would be cool. Hey look, everybody, I have goals! Make a note of this!

We woke up this morning and headed out to St. Augustine, about two hours east of here. We started out by eating lunch at a place called A1A Aleworks, which happens to be the same place we ate lunch at when we went there about five years ago. After that we hopped on one of the many tour trams they have that circle the city. Unfortunately we didn’t spend any time at the Castillo de San Marcos or St. George Street because we had been there before. But we did spend time at Flagler College, even though we’ve been there before. It’s housed in a pretty building, so it’s worth checking out? The one thing it’s got going for it is that there are four girls for every guy.

The weather was turning sour and it was getting late, so we headed back. My dad plugged in his laptop, we ate dinner, and now I’m here. More updates (and guest posts) to follow. However, dial-up is slow. Slow. Sloooooow.

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