Our last day in Charleston

Well, it has been a while since the Charleston posts and I think I put the last one off on purpose.  Just like we all didn’t want it to end I didn’t want to end my blogging about it. 

But now it has been so long I can feel like I am going back.  So, after we winked our hotel goodbye we headed out for some breakfast at Toast.Al and I are peering over, not a ham, but  hand-cut currant bread stuffed with cinnamon apples topped with apple cider syrup and one stuffed with peaches in peach syrup.  Um, you go to Charleston for the food, folks.

We headed out of town to Magnolia Plantation. Before venturing into the gardens we watched an informative video on the Garden’s history.  Very informative, and here we are watching it.  Well, Amy is watching it.

Spanish moss is cool, but….

…not as cool as this…I hope that these pictures convey to those of you who know me that these are my people.

Just build around it.

Watch your step, the Muncie girls are prowling.

Cool old picture.

Cool old tomb.

Some turtles sunning.  Hello South Carolinian turtles.

And then we set up the stop-motion of our lifetime.  I am going to post this before I get it done though, because it is taking me a while to edit.  It will be worth the wait.

After this we left South Carolina and headed northerly to North Carolina.  We dropped Hannah off at the airport and said goodbye until the next Lady's Trip.

So here was our master plan:

And here is a stone paver with the name of the place we went:

Where shall we go next?

Sunday in Charleston

Sunday in Charleston started with some pumped hair and bright red lipstick.

We attended church and then headed out for a picnic with the Angel Oak.  But the Angel wasn’t ready for us yet, so with our problem solving skills developed over our collective 120+ years of life we concluded that we could pic-nic on the side of the road.

And so we did.  I like saying picnic by the way.  When I say it fast over and over I find that I, in reality, did pick Nick in my life. I pick Nick every day.   But that is beside the point.  Here we are preparing our leftover taco salad.

When the Angel Oak Tree was finally ready for us we were awed.

Our awe looked like this:

But we pulled it together and took some pictures of all of us.

Here’s the specs:

We drove back to Charleston,

put on some sunscreen,

Did Amy’s yoga challenge pose for the day.

Well, we attempted it.  Here is some coaching from one who isn’t super-qualified.  I mean, I can’t do that seat of janktification if you can remember that. 

But really, it’s all about effort in life.

We set off for a horse drawn carriage ride.  And when we arrived at the carriage dispatch center, place – I don’t know what you call it -  we took a groupie with a horse. 

This horse.  Isn’t he or she handsome?

And then we got ON the carriage and of course took another groupie.  Al is really skilled at taking these.

And we toured the city.  We don’t have a lot of photos of the city, just awkward ones of us:We were taking in the sights and not photographing them this time.

We arrived back at the station and on our way out were perturbed by this sign:

Until we at last found the beast.  And got a picture with it.  Don’t worry I survived the encounter. 

We went and found Rainbow Row. 

And breathed really deeply as we passed block after block of Jasmine.

Stop and Smell the Jasmine.

Really get your face in it.

Just get your whole being in the Jasmine.

We took a sunset photo with our friend the Atlantic.

We went back to the Inn and sat under this tree and talked for hours.  We covered every topic, laughed, cried, and we’re just really good friends.

Charleston - second half of second day

So here we are back in Charming Charleston on Saturday afternoon.

We took a stroll down Philadelphia Alley,

where I found this tiny man:

After lunch we donned our yoga pants and headed on down to White Point Garden and since we had the pants for it – we did some yoga.

It wasn’t awkward or anything.

And we hadn’t planned for our yoga spot to be right next to where all the walking tours stopped, but it did work out that way. You’ll see them there on the left.

So while we sat around like this:

(I don’t know what this pose is called, something like bound seat of janktification, but you can tell from my face how incredibly comfortable it is.)

And did cool things like this:

Tourists, who were supposed to be learning about the Defenders of Fort Moultrie in front of this monument (see below), were heard making comments like “I want to do some yoga.”

But really, we did make it look pretty cool. 

We walked along Murray Blvd.

And up East Battery Street,

And saw the sights.

And there was some dance walking.

I can’t resist a good fisheye mirror,

Amy can’t resist historical plaques and signs.  And Al and Hannah can’t resist being spectacular. 

And sometimes you’re just so spectacular doing your dance moves that other people can’t resist you. 

The dancing didn’t end there.  Oh, no.  We danced on the pier near waterfront park.

Here we are looking fantastic in front of the pineapple fountain and some random folks.

And to make up for not being close to the pineapple fountain we just got right in the other fountain there.

And the yoga was just a part of Amy that day, so we had some more yoga … in the fountain, while Al took pictures of her feet in the fountain.

All that coolness and dancing and yoga really requires some dessert.  So we fancied up and took some mirror selfies like a real teenager would,

and shared dessert at High Cotton.  Vanilla bean Crème Brulee, Oatmeal Cream Pie, Chocolate Trio and the Mixed Berry Cobbler.

Almost everything on the dessert menu.  Put it all right in our faces.

We went for another  walk, (how many steps did you get that day, Al?) came home, brushed our teeth like the responsible people that we are, and headed to bed.

Now do you see why I split the day in two?  Whew.