Four days after we said we would leave St. Augustine, we are still here. It started with excuses like “we need to go shopping,” then “we need to mail the cats’ permit applications to the Bahamas,” then “let’s look for a used spinnaker at Sailor’s Exchange,” then “we haven’t visited the fort yet”… until it became just plain, “It’s so pretty and warm. Can we stay just one more day?!”
I think the sunny weather had a lot to do with our inertia, but it also helped that St. Augustine, “the oldest continuously inhabited city in the United States,” was positively breathtaking. In a country that doesn’t really do old the way they do old in Europe, St. Augustine is an honest-to-goodness treasure well-worth visiting (or making your home).
From the moment we arrived, we were transported back to southern Spain in another century, but with hot showers and southern American comfort food, which is an addictive combination. If someone had served me chicken and waffles and mac-n-cheese every day when I lived in Seville, Spain, I just might have stayed forever.
St. Augustine only has a population of about 13,000, but you would think that half the population is involved in a festival of some kind at least once a week with the amount of parades they had during our mere week-long stay. It is, quite simply, the most adorable, tourist-friendly small town I’ve ever visited in the continental United States.
Here’s a photo essay portraying our visit: