Our little town of St. Augustine is beautiful year round. The historical monuments mixed in with cobblestone streets, gift shops, street performers, and the city plaza are worth spending an afternoon wandering, shopping, eating, and picture taking. But at Christmas St. Augustine takes on new life. The city places millions of strands of lights on the architecture, trees, shrubs, and lamp posts. Our beautiful little town becomes breathtaking. I can't help but smile and fall into the Christmas spirit standing under these lights. As a Jersey girl who spent many a Christmas staring at Macy's window displays and the Rockefeller Tree, I can honestly say NYC has nothing on us.
Friday night we visited the lights with good friends. We strolled through the streets, chased Pip in the plaza, and searched for the single red light among the millions of white bulbs.
Sweet friends and my girl in front of the Plaza Tree.
Where else can you celebrate TGIF amongst British re-enactors and pirates?
Pip is a huge fan of Aunt Kristin. I think if she could have, she would have ditched me, and taken off with her for the evening.
Kristin found the one red bulb!
So blessed. I had no idea life could really be this good.