Saint Augustine

Since I’ve been dating B, my life has been one big bubble of adventure. We float here, there, back to here, then somewhere over there. It is so exciting to date someone who can’t sit still. And, I guess that is why we are a good balance for one another: I am the sitter, he is the roamer. This trip was fit for both of us, because it involved roaming but mainly sitting. A lot of sitting.

Saint Augustine, Florida is one of those small cities that makes you put a pinky to the map and say, “There she is. Right there.” But then you have to move your pinky in order for anyone to see it. I know this, because everyone I tell has asked, “Hmm. Where is Saint Augustine?”


Because of the mysteriousness of this historical part of Florida (Ponce De Leon, anyone?), our week was pretty quiet. It is mostly a college campus with a lot of tourists roaming about, but it is so cute with its brick roads and little shops. Our Airbnb host even provided bikes to ride downtown!


Did I mention there is a pirate ship that you can tour? We’re cheap, so we didn’t tour it, but it sure did look awesome sitting in the marina with all your Average Joe boats.


Because I am a fan of all things quiet and cozy, this downtown dazzled all of my senses.

Of course, we spent majority of our time down by the shore. Saint Augustine is a hidden gem of beaches – nearly every part of this long strip of beach is desolate. Every beach goer had their share of sand to roll in. What wasn’t expected for us was the (very) accidental six mile bike ride to the beach we thought would be a brisk. We drove every time after that.


The beach days fed our sun-starved skin. I mean, Chicago is still in the grip of fog and mist and cold and rain and UGH. We both needed this little vacation, and the seafood…

We explored, ate, laughed, farted, and explored some more.

One of the days, my friend Bryce came into town unexpectedly for a meeting. So we got to host him for a hot second and that was a blast. So far, we are on a consistent see-one-another-once-a-year schedule since high school.

As the days winded down, my heart felt a little anxious to come back. My heart craves a slowness that Chicago just isn’t. This time away gave my heart time to reset from a rough past couple of weeks and I am grateful to God for that.

There was definitely one thing B and I needed to do before we left, though: Play mini golf. For B, this was settling a debt. For me, this was keeping my crown. (I totally kicked his butt last year.)

Sadly, I, full of disgruntlement, lost by three points. THREE POINTS. So, I had to buy B ice cream.

The next day, we ended it all by eating at Harry’s downtown and it was perfect.

Before I forget… I did get a tattoo. Something I told myself that I was going to do while I was there.

I have wanted a tattoo for a long time. I had some drawn out, but never pursued. I knew that it had to have a meaning that I understood fully and held to. So, what better than pieces of scripture that have meant so much to me?

Deuteronomy 6:5 – “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength.
Matthew 6:26 – “Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?
Matthew 22:37 – “Jesus replied: ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.'”
And… the Trinity: Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

Each bird represents the Heart, Soul, Strength/Mind. Each bird reminds me how the Lord cares for them and me. Each bird represents a part of the Trinity.
And, bonus, they represent my two brothers and me.

We loved Saint Augustine, and I highly recommend it as a little spot for your next little vacation.

And, coming back on a Monday night to a thoughtful gift from my roomie, Erin, and a Blackhawks win in the city? Perhaps the best welcome home gifts anyone could ask for.

Oh, and please do remember… Florida is HOT.

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