It happened long ago, during the mythical days of the American Latino Heritage Fund Roadtrip. The Princess had been traveling for hours with her trusty stead, and it was time to rest. Night had fallen and she was weary from her travels, but where to stay? According to her map, the next stop on their journey was the fabled St. Augustine, land of history and riches. The Princess had visited this place during her childhood but that was too many moons ago and of course it had changed. The streets were dark and quiet- except for laughter. A strange sound at this hour of the night, however she followed and found herself here.
|The Pirate Haus Inn|