Hi All! Let's forget about what kind of food I eat and get back to something more fun -- travel talk!
Some on you may know that the Mister's job has him on the road in South Carolina every week. Instead of him coming home to me in FL for the weekend, I flew up to see him in Charleston -- that beautiful Southern Belle of a city. The last time I was in Charleston I was 11 years old. April is a GREAT time to be in the Southeastern U.S. because the weather, generally, is PERFECT. The high temperatures are in the mid 70s or low 80s, the lows are in the 60s or 50s, and the humidity is low.
I flew into town on a Thursday night, and when Jacob finished up work on Friday morning, we took off to see the H.L. Hunley, one of the first submarines ever built and which saw battle in The Civil War. It was pretty incredible seeing how men fit into such a small craft, and even more amazing thinking about how crazy these men must have been to VOLUNTEER to get in this thing. I barely want to enter a present-day submarine, much (MUCH) less think about getting into some wood and iron contraption that leaks every time you surface and open the air vent. The men volunteering to crew this thing definitely were desperate men on the fringe of society, in my mind.
Afterward, we headed to downtown Charleston, which is just so dang CHARMING!! Horse-drawn carriages, cobblestone and brick-lined streets, wrought-iron gates leading to beautiful brick southern colonial homes and brownstones. Plus, it's spring, so all the gardens were blooming and lush with green. We headed toward the waterfront where white sailboats with colorful spinnakers were bobbing downwind on the breezy waves of the harbor.
Jacob did his homework with his co-workers, so he had the scoop on where to go in town. We stopped up at The Rooftop for a drink and a snack. This place has a beautiful view of downtown from on high and the bar staff was really nice. From there we headed back toward our hotel for a mid-day rest, which we followed up with dinner at Los Arcos Mexican Restaurant and a movie. We saw "Hanna", which is filmed in a way that I think The Hunger Games should be filmed.
The next morning, we blissfully slept in before deciding what to do with our day. We decided to start with brunch at Poogan's Porch, a Charleston institution and landmark. I couldn't resist the french toast, and neither of us could resist the bloody Marys or fresh-made biscuits. YUM!
After brunch we walked around some more and we found the oldest house in Charleston, which is now The Pink House Gallery. By what other means could a structure have such longevity than by serving as a brothel and an ale house over the CENTURIES?
We closed out our day with dinner at the Charleston River Dogs minor league baseball game.
Sunday marked the end of my time in Charleston, and I was so sad to go. The Mister and I had SUCH a great time together and there was so much more we could have done around town. Hopefully I will have another opportunity to fly North and so some more touring around before Jacob is assigned to another job site. Summer is coming, so we'll probably have to hit the beach on Sullivan's Island as well as the Firefly Distillery!
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