i went to college in charleston for two years before transferring t columbia college. funny how well a mind can remember sights, sounds, and amazingly directions. before we left, i realized i would be scraping the barrel for things in charleston we have not done. the angel oak was one of them. (like how does that happen!?) the last time i visited was, hmmm... 25 years ago!
the girls were amazed. really, they were. i loved how they were full of questions about the root system, insects and development of the area. we left googling facts about this wonder.
we visited the beach.
i will always love... and i mean love... everything about the ocean.
one evening after crossing the ravenel bridge, we realized a double suicide had just taken place as (or seconds before) we crossed the bridge. our hotel was at the base of the bridge. the commotion, the newsflashes, the feeling that we had passed by this left everyone with uneasy feelings.
we walked a lot! we made multiple trips to trader's joes and tjmaxx we had some great, meaningful conversations.
we enjoyed some serious nail art.
(kitty cats on two fingers)