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Our adventure into St. Louis


Yesterday was a wonderful day and I want to talk about it while I watch the dark and gloomy day unfold. It’s seven in the morning and Jeremiah is watching Smurfs the Lost Village trying to talk to the little blue people on the TV screen, this is by far his favorite movie. So I'm sitting here listening to him while I write feeling very relaxed and at ease which seems hard to come by these days for me. Yesterday helped me a lot.

There was nothing on our calendars, my mom and I’s, so we decided to try a new coffee place in St. Louis. That's our thing, we love coffee shops and cafes. We ended up at Cafe’ Ventana, and it was great. It was no Abbey by any means but we still really enjoyed our time there.

The atmosphere was relaxing and cozy, the building was made of brick and there was  plenty of seating both inside and out. We made our way to the far corner where there was a corner booth and couches surrounding a large fireplace.  We didn't sit in the couches to enjoy the lit fire but let me tell you why... It was for much younger and more fit folks. Yes I know I’m young, but we had Jeremiah with us and getting up and down to chase him just isn’t that easy.

But these couches, you might as well have sat criss-crossed on the floor with how low they were. I laughed a couple times to myself quietly while watching a few college students struggle to get up out of the sunken cushions.

So, we got all cozied up in the corner, a perfect people watching spot while enjoying our food, which did not disappoint. We had coconut shrimp po boy and a turkey avocado melt and let me just say it was delicious. I even liked the homemade chips, which at first looked as though they were going to be too hard but they were not, they were soft and very fresh. 


As we ate, we chatted about things we wanted to do and have been trying to do. But this outing was encouraging, showing us that we can do it, we just have to decide to just do it. I would like to go back there when it gets warmer, maybe even go in the evening and enjoy a few adult beverages. The patio area had plenty of seating which was gated, vines crept up over black railing. There was an alley between two buildings where you could also sit, it was quiet and peaceful. If I wanted to go somewhere to enjoy a personal conversation over some coffee, this place is a good choice. 


You can't see it well in the picture but in between two brick pillars is a white fountain. I can see it now, warmer weather, sun coming through pergola, listening to the soft trickle of water. I have spring fever, there's no question about it. 


When we left there yesterday I was feeling more enthusiastic about the things and dreams I have planned for this year. Things I want to do for myself but also for Jeremiah. Starting traditions and breaking out of this postpartum funk I’ve been struggling with and I can see that starting to happen. So yesterday was a good day and memories were made.


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