My parents visited last week. Winston-Salem is great and all, but I decided we needed to go somewhere new-to-them. So we headed to one of my favorite Southern cities (and actually, one of my favorite cities, Southern or no): Charleston.
It’s charming neighborhoods with secret gardens and glorious houses have to be experienced in person.
Walking along the battery is something I would never get sick of if I lived there.
On our second day, we toured the USS Yorktown.
THAT is a big ship, my friends.
And we took a ferry out to Fort Sumter.
And every night, we came home and cooked a meal together. Fresh red snapper, trigger fish and clams the first night. (With roasted brussel sprouts and potatoes). Honestly, the nights that we cooked dinner and just chatted the night away on the balcony were some of my very favorite moments of the trip. Good, simple food; good conversation; beautiful scenery. That’s the good life.
Another night, we ate little potatoes, asparagus and bison burgers with caramelized onions.
My dad’s burger was topped with some habanero cheese. He loves spicy food…and I mean spicy. I kept stealing a few bites of the cheese, even though dairy hates me.
On our last full day, we visited Drayton Hall. A total must-do in Charleston, if you ask me. Which you did, right? Right. They’ve preserved the house, rather than restore it. It’s not furnished. It’s not “fixed” or touched up. It’s just left the way it was, rather than trying to reproduce what someone thinks it might have looked like in its heyday. I just love it.
And, of course, there was lots of running. The weather was beautiful, there were great running paths where we stayed (Wild Dunes Resort on Isle of Palms) and it was flat! I ran every day while I was there, and ran one morning with my mom….we haven’t done that in years. It was really special, just chatting and enjoying each other’s company. She’s the one that got me into running and I love that I share that with her since it’s such a huge part of both of our lives. (Isn’t she cute?)
One day, I ran on the beach. On another run, I saw an alligator; on another, two deer. And my mom and I stopped mid-run to swing on a tree swing along the running path. Because sometimes it’s not how far or how fast you go; it’s what you experience along the way.