Sometimes I get antsy when I think of all the places I want to go. Europe, Hawaii, Redwoods, and this one random waterfall in North Georgia are just calling my name.
But trips like that take money. And planning. And time.
None of which we have.
It's nice when Cory reminds me of all the awesome places we have yet to explore that are right in our regional backyard. (Although, the 12 by 8 foot area of our literal backyard probably holds some surprises too)
On our way home from the Orlando Temple, Cory suggested we stop by the most kitschy, romantic, touristy place Florida has to offer (and thats saying a lot). Turns out, he prefers historical sites to shopping in IKEA and the mall (my suggestions). Either way, I win.
That's compromise, folks.
Without further ado I present to you: St. Augustine. America's Oldest City.
Disclaimer: While I could back up my wild claims with some actual fact checking, I'm choosing to rely on the information Cory recalled from his third grade field trip as accurate. Its quite possible I'm writing my first piece of historical fiction here. Blame him.
Wanna know what makes this place great? I'll show you.
The visitor's center/parking garage looks like this:
They have entire shops dedicated to foods like chocolate.
|Not pictured: Shop specializing in exotic jerky. For real. We're talking Yak and Alligator jerky.|
There is also a Fort.
According to my tour guide, the fort withstood the barrage of cannons for centuries due to the unique "bricks made out of tiny shells" construction technique of the Spanish men who built it.
Also, this guy hung out for a while. Do you think he's yearning for the days of yore? Regretting the terrible things he did to this country's native people? Counting down the minutes until he gets his smoke break? The world may never know.
I thought it made a lot of sense that the oldest town in America would also feature the oldest street in America. We found it, and took a stroll.
|The Spanish settlers were all about culture. And gift shops.|
The oldest street in America led us to the most inviting windows in America. I want this.
We found a wax museum too. The oldest in America? Probably not.
We walked in, took some awkward pictures of the lobby as the receptionist stared at us, and walked out. The $6.00 per person fee was a little too rich for our blood.
|The complete awkwardness of this picture makes me so happy.|
The rest of the trip looked like this:
I'm now dedicated to satisfying my travel lust with really getting to know the places within a 4 hour radius a little more. 'Cause I think we have some pretty awesome stuff. Suggestions welcome :)