I grew up in Olympia, in the 90’s. Olympia was home to amazing music, K records, the Riot Grrl movement, and all things punk rock. That was my scene… I had attitude, played drums in a crappy band, drank way too much, went to shows and parties almost everyday, and had a shaved head. Cute. (Not really). I moved away long ago, but still keep in touch with some old friends. One of them is my good friend Tinsel. We were teenagers when we met, and we instantly became friends. He was in a punk band called The Rickets.. and i used to travel around with them in their punk van. I remember one year they played a show at the Capital Theatre on my birthday… they sung (or screamed) me a Birthday song, “Happy Birthday you bastard, let’s go get plastered!!!” Seriously. That was long ago. Seems like a different life. And in a way, it was.
St Augustine is the oldest city in North America. First colonized by Spain in the 1500’s, it is city full of history and full of ghosts.
St Augustine is haunted. I have always loved old buildings and old cemeteries. It is like I can feel memories. I could walk around that city all day…. and never get bored.
Downtown St. Augustine is charming, the roads are narrow. The buildings are old.
My friend lives on the outskirts of town, in a charming old house surrounded by woods and three old graveyards. He has more dead neighbors than living ones. We spent a week exploring and catching up. There was so much to see and do! We had a great time. I am excited to come back for another visit.
Thanks to all the spirits and thanks to Tinsel for the fun.
Until next time. xo~T