Washing clothes in my yard with George…
Giving my baby a kiss and some sunlight.
Twirling in my front yard… 
“The point of no return.” If you saw this part of the castle as a slave, it marked your journey to the Americas. You would never return to your homeland again. 
Canons used to protect the castle. 
Cells for slaves. 
hehe the washing clothes makes me miss my Grandma and hometown now 🙂
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Awwww where are they Hun?