Fountain of Youth

Twice have I drunk from

The fountain of youth’s waters.

How long must one wait?

 

Crow’s feet still add depth

To the corners of my eyes,

Fine lines mark my mouth.

 

Fountain of youth, oh

Where is thy miracle cure?

On sabbatical?

Give ‘Em L Tour

In a week, two of my friends from Illinois are coming to visit me in Florida. To protect their anonymity I’ll call them L1 and L2, since both their names start with the letter L. And Nana Noyz is just an alias. My name also begins with L, so I’m dubbing our get-together the “Give ’em L” tour. I’m excited. Beyond excited. Ecstatic is the best word. 

I’m a bit envious, too, because the Illinois Ls are taking a major road trip to get to Doright Manor in Tallahassee. I am the queen of road trips. So, as soon as L1 and L2 arrive we’re going farther south to the oldest permanent settlement in the United States: Saint Augustine.

It’s been years since I visited, so I can’t wait to explore the old cobblestoned streets and quaint shops.



Saint Augustine also boasts some of the prettiest beaches in the country.



And an historic fort:



Of course I’ll let the visitors choose our sights to see, as long as we get to eat some good seafood. 



Peace, people!