I thought my experience with Mother Kombucha would be a one and done. Well that isn’t entirely accurate. After this incredible experience last week, I thought the next time I’d sample and sip this fermented goodness would be the next time I return, which I’m tentatively thinking will be in the next couple of months.
Yes so this looks like this will be a trilogy, at least. And I just love how this came together.
On my next to last day in beautiful Downtown St. Petersburg, I went for a run, because it’s beautiful out, it’s sunny, it’s glorious, and even though I was there for some rain, most of that held off and I could appreciate and embrace this new place that seems to embrace everyone in kind. At least that’s how I felt.
And when I meant run, that means stop and appreciate how charming this location is. I did a lot of walking, a lot of taking pictures, and enjoyed many of the sights, the sounds, and all this incredible energy I was feeling in and around downtown.
I had no length of time for how long this little mini journey would go. Vacation is not about planning and having everything be formulaic. It’s about organically experiencing all there is to experience.
And without forcing the issue, it happened once again. I ended up in this oasis, where everything around me is beautiful to begin with. But the Saturday Morning Market in Williams Park is one of those most glorious things I’ve ever experienced. Yes I just said that a farmers market was as amazing an event or occurrence I’ve had the privilege of being a part of. It’s the littlest things that are the biggest things, that resonate with me forever.
I took my time, appreciated the food vendors, the fresh fruits and veggies, the small businesses, and wouldn’t you know it, a whole host of tea vendors. I could do at least two more posts from here, and I may get around to them. But after a few minutes, the most inviting of booths was that of Mother Kombucha.
I must reiterate how beautiful this park and market is. Everyone seemed so happy.
We were meant to be meet again, attracting one another like magnets. Life is funny and comforting that way.
The girl working the table could not have been nicer. They had kombucha on tap and plenty of promos to sell and to giveaway. I did take some pictures but most of all I got the Goji Grape, which is on par, with the Lavender Mojito from last week.
If that sounds like a cop out or I can’t make up my mind, then fair enough. But how do you compare two amazing flavors that are on another level from drinking your standard soft drinks with toxic additives and other substances no one should be touching? I appreciate what I’m drinking for what it is.
It’s something natural, healthy, organic, designed for us yet it comes from a place much bigger than us.
When it comes to Mother Kombucha, I don’t know what else to say. Maybe nothing else needs to be to said.
And being in such a warm environment, yet not knowing anyone (recurring theme on this trip) felt good. People at the market all seemed to know each other and a few folks nodded and said hello to me, like I was a regular fellow and one of them. It’s that hospitality of the south and I felt even a different kind on the Gulf Coast.
It was all so beautiful and natural. Yes I was on vacation, yet I felt like I belonged here.
Then after all this romanticizing, the rain came. And it kept coming. Yet it felt like it was only coming down at the market and no where else. Across the street seemed sunny and as clear as day.
Maybe the universe was telling me something, telling us something, and what that is not quite clear. Maybe I will figure that out when it comes to complete the trilogy.
And I say that with the understanding that I’ve been invited to check out the facility the next time I’m back. It would be my honor and I look forward to making my return to a place that feels like home to me.
I’ll see you soon St. Pete and I’ll see you soon Mother Kombucha.
To be continued, when is to be determined…
Thanks so much,