A weekend away
Comments (3) I love my boys. I love spending time with them. This last weekend, however, I loved that they were with their grandparents. I dropped them off last week so that Haus and I could spend a weekend away. We’ve had an overnight or two in the last seven years, but we haven’t traveled by ourselves since 2003.
We spent Friday through Sunday in Charleston, South Carolina. Why Charleston? I have another course to attend for the next two weeks in Columbia and we had a free flight for Haus. After barely making our 6:00 a.m. Friday flight from Denver (Haus commented it’s the first time he’s heard his name over the loud speaker… mispronounced of course), we rented a car in Columbia and made the two hour drive to the coast.
We stayed in the breathtaking historic district of Charleston and felt like we’d entered the 17th century. I’ve been to all of the really crappy parts of the South. You know, Fort Jackson, Fort Benning, Fort Rucker. Imagine my surprise to find myself in an elegant, clean, and lavish southern city.
Here’s a taste…
One of the oldest firehouses in the US
Oldest church in the city
A tiny cemetery wedged behind the church
A single family home Haus considered buying... right!
When we weren’t drooling over the lush gardens, four story estates, and cobbled streets, we savored southern cooking. First night, melt-in-your-mouth seafood, second night, low country cuisine, and before we left, understated beach entrees. The.food.rocked!
Hank's Seafood date
Shrimp and Grits... YUM!
Haus' first taste of sweet tea
A MUST in Charleston, the Hominy Grill
Thanks to an awesome concierge (see this link, the dude was amazing!), we also took a trip out to the Morris Island lighthouse. As one of only a few people on the beach, the experience was incredible.
Morris Island lighthouse near Folly Beach
The lean-back-stretched-arm shot
After a weekend of savory food, incredible sites, and gorgeous weather, it was hard to drive west to Columbia and say goodbye. I told Haus I’m putting away a few bucks every day to ensure we can take a “mom and dad ONLY” trip every year. We may not fly across the country necessarily, but it will be without the kiddos. Haus is my best friend and, I’m realizing, the more time we cherish together, the better parents we are for our boys.
Best friends on the Charleston waterfront
So the countdown begins… 11 days till I’m home with my boys and 365 days till I’m off on another adventure with my best friend! Hope you had a fabulous Labor Day weekend!
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