The real Fountain of Youth is a small spring, This little fall is in a garden in Indiana
The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt today is: If there were a real Fountain of Youth, would you drink the water?
I just couldn’t help respond because I have been to the Fountain of Youth, I did drink the water and it was horrible. The Fountain of youth is in Saint Augustine, Florida in the Ponce de Leon’s Fountain of Youth Archaeological Park. This is a beautiful park full of gardens, peafowl, culture and history. I went back in 2008 and unfortunately, this is one the folders that’s been lost. We’re going back in March 2016 and I’ll post my photos then as part of the “Spotlight on Florida” series.
If you get to northeast Florida make this park a priority destination. Drink the water. It’s horrible, tastes like sulfur. How many can actually say they’ve drank from the Fountain of Youth. And it’s not so much that you live forever but that you lived through drinking it. You can even buy it to bring home.
The water may not make you younger but time walking through the gardens may make you feel younger.
Question of the day:
What’s your travel style? Are you itinerary and schedule driven, needing to have every step mapped out in advance or are you content to arrive without a plan and let happenstance be your guide?
I love travel, all types of travel, but I’m particularly fond of my days happily wandering the US; boondocking and exploring…the life of adventure. But I also love planning for a trip. I spent weeks planning my first extended trip west and months planning for my “jubilee journey“. I love planning, I’m a planner and while I do use GPS to find an exact street address I prefer maps for seeing the bigger picture. I love the feel of paper in hand and seeing where a highway begins and ends. I map out trips to new places, this is just part of the journey; planning what beautiful places to visit, when and how long to spend at each.
But all this planning is just a guide and I rarely, ok never, make it to all the places I planned on. With map in hand and itinerary packed away only to be found when I return home I set out with eyes wide open and observant of any enticing distractions. I love the freedom of traveling the open road and a rigid itinerary takes away from that freedom. With caution to the wind and wind up my tailpipe I head to my first destination but I ALWAYS get sidetracked. Allowing myself the freedom to follow the signs along the road guiding me to some unknown adventure awaiting me in some unexpected place is the sheer joy of travel. In the end locations change, a one night stay turns into five, places are left out to only be regretted later, new jewels in the landscape are found and I always arrive home wondering how soon I can leave again.
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