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We arrived in St. Augustine on Saturday
afternoon. It took a while to find an affordable place to
stay but we eventually found ourselves checking into a humble
looking motel which turned out to be quite comfortable. We
think that it was family owned and they did a good job being
cheerful and hospitable while still keeping costs down and being
efficient.
After sitting all day on the beach in Venice, my feet
had gotten quite toasted. By this time they were
swollen and I had trouble walking on them so we opted to
hang low for the rest of the day. Joshua enjoyed
puttering around the room and we ordered pizza in.
Sunday morning we left to find a church and breakfast.
We weren't sure when the service would begin so we had
gottten dressed and ready pretty early. When we
arrived at this beautiful church, the early service had
already started about half an hour before. We decided
to go in anyway; we couldn't have missed too much in half an
hour, right? Wrong. We were only in time for the
offering, final song, and benediction. We thought we
might come back for the 11:00 service after finding
somewhere to eat breakfast, but we had just finished eating
when we heard the town clock chime eleven times.
To give my feet a rest and to let Joshua take a nap, we
went back to our room for a couple hours. Feeling
refreshed, we headed out to see the fort. There was so
much to see that we didn't leave until they were ready to
lock the doors.
St. George Street seemed to be the place to find food
so we went back there and found a beautiful Spanish style
restaurant to eat at. Afterwards, the town seemed to
be winding down and my feet were ready to be put up.
The evening was spent quietly in our room. Eli and
Joshua dipped in the pool and we went to bed so that we
could get a very early start the next morning. |
