I have dreamed about it for years. And then I saw this Road Scholar trip occurring the first week of December. Mark is busy with basketfall refereeing, so he told me to find a travel partner. I called my dearest friend of more than 46 years, Trudy, and she jumped on board right away.
Expect to see a lot of pictures of beautiful homes, windows and doors, with random Christmas decorations sprinkled throughout.
I landed in Charleston a couple of hours after Trudy, and by then she had picked up our rental car and checked into our hotel. This was the tree in the airport lobby.
For lunch, we had soup (I had lobster bisque) and hush puppies.
This is very typical of many of the homes in Charleston. They are situated sideways. What looks like the front door actually just opens to a porch on the street level, and then you enter the house through a door on the porch.
In the afternoon, we drove to Isle of Palms. Trudy and I had read several novels by Mary Alice Monroe, which take place on the Isle of Palms, with a lot of information about loggerhead turtles. There was not much activity in early December and we had the beach to ourselves.
It actually reminded me very much of the beach at Pismo, on the central coast of California.
There are a lot of vacation rentals on Isle of Palms. I couldn't pass up taking pictures of these three.
And this lovely home (probably also a rental property) was situated between between Flamingo and Margarita. I'm pretty sure it has a different owner--it looks very muted compared to the others.
Sunset at Fort Moultrie.
We headed back to Charleston, crossing the Arthur Ravenel Bridge.
On Wednesday, we toured the Magnolia Plantation and Gardens.After a quick lunch on the grounds, we took a tour around the estate. First of all, we learned that Spanish moss is not Spanish and it is not moss. The French called it "Spanish beard," while the Spanish called it "French hair." And it is actually more like an air fern, and not a parasite.
South Carolina is very swampy, and we saw a lot of wildlife, including several alligators.
Thankfully we did not see any of the 35 different varieties of snakes. Yikes...
The house does not look (to me, at least) like a typical southern plantation home, although two other houses had burned down before this one was built.
There was a beautiful bridge. I love the reflection of the bridge in the water.
A nice couple took a picture of us.
The next morning, we headed to Savannah. Goodbye, Charleston. Your city captured my heart.