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Thursday, June 6, 2013

Wander a whole summer if you can. Thousands of God's blessings will search you and soak you as if you were a sponge, and the big days will go by uncounted. 
—John Muir

Finding yourself in Little Mexico, or Cherokee Street as it's called here in St. Louis, is indeed a summer treat. I hear of people who live their entire life in New York City and never visit the top of the Empire State Building or picnic in Central Park; others who live in Seattle but never dine at the rotating restaurant that sits atop the Space Needle; and those who live in gorgeous parts of the country, but never take the time to see monuments or visit national parks in their own backyard. To me that's a great pity. But perhaps that's my bias speaking. You see, at heart I am a wanderer. A concierge of my community if you will. Both sides of my family attribute this quality to me and perhaps they are right, for seeking out new destinations never gets old to me. It expands my entire being and I feel much like a sponge, drinking it all in, while simultaneously wanting to tell everyone about the new (to me) shop I found, the not-to-be-missed corner bakery, a stunning abandoned mural, the kitschy thrift store I stumbled upon, or an expansive vista that caught me by complete surprise. Look over here, look what I found! Of course it doesn't hurt to be intentional about seeking out these things, but it still surprises me how delightful an afternoon spent wandering can be. Fortunately, wandering doesn't require fancy equipment or a step-by-step itinerary, just yourself, maybe a little snack, and a great appreciation for an adventure, wherever that may be.

Best $6.00 lunch I've had in a long while. Followed by a record/tea/bookshop, which was surprisingly empty. Then a paper lovers wet dream at Firecracker Press; rounded out by, what else?, cowboy boots. And that's how to spend an entire afternoon on Cherokee Street.  


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