The First City
A moving day, a moving day. The drive to St. Augustine was only supposed to take a few hours but, as we kept stopping on the way there, including one stop we took so Dad could get a little dixie cup full of real Florida orange juice. I mean it was good orange juice, but the cup was so tiny it really wasn’t worth it. When we got the campsite we hung around and Dad made up a dinner of salmon and tilapia grilled on the barbecue. After we ate, the boys and I watched an episode of the Flash. It’s getting intense now guys. Peace out m8s.