But I think my heart is still laying on the beach in St. Augustine. Or roaming the shops on St. George Street. It almost feels like I found myself in Vilano Beach. Where I sunk my toes deep into its sandy shoreline. Like a little piece of me belongs there still. I can see myself there. St. Augustine might just be my new favorite city. With its rich history and endless supply of brick paved streets. The only way I know how to explain it, is through the eye of my camera lens. So let’s dive in…
Can I start by disclaiming that my auntie lives a whole 3 minute walk to the beach. Guys, 3 minutes!! It was like I had died and was shipped off to my own personal heaven built to my exact specs. So you know naturally, we had to spend some time, okay, every day at the beach.
And I will follow up with with saying that its not like we LIVEDDD on the beach because come on now, we were in St. Augustine. The oldest, seriously go look it up, oldest city in America. Hold on to your hats ladies and gentleman because I am about to toss some new knowledge at you tourist style! So the first day we ran around town with the top down on the bug and checked out all the cute and small brick lined streets.
But as always, I can’t wait to report back for more travel which I figure out the next spot. But for now, bye my 1416 lovelies!