Charleston–half of the second day

The good thing was that we all woke up in Charleston.  The better thing was that this was the morning we were walking down to the Hominy Grill for biscuits and gravy, (I need a shirt that says GRAVY), and the best thing was that we were all together.

Our walk took us through the middle of the College of Charleston campus, where of course, we set up a stop action.

It’s a friendly campus, and every person that passed us offered to take a picture for us.

Way to be friendly, and really old, College of Charleston.

There are a lot of good looking bikes in Charleston.

And we paparazzi-ed this good looking gal on campus.

After our venture through campus we successfully arrived and placed our order for breakfast around 11:00.  Al got the Charleston Nasty Biscuit, and that just makes for a good time, doesn’t it?

We waited amongst the roses and the jasmine, and then the 20 something worker in the take-out window told me “my order was ready, sweetie.”  I thought to myself “It’s a good thing he’s a genuine southern kid.” 

Especially after he told me to “have a nice day, baby doll.”

We wondered down Calhoun street where we stopped in at the Persimmon Café for some basil limeade and vanilla lemonade.  I was enthusiastic about both, Hannah was not.  Or did you like the basil, Hannah?

We stopped outside a Methodist or Baptist church and ate our glorious biscuits and gravy (I need a t-shirt that says GRAVY).

This is what the Methodist or Baptist church looks like if you were to look up Al’s nose.  Rad specks, Al.

Persimmon Café offered free refills and since the church was only two doors down, we kept going back for more until it got embarrassing. 

We continued down Calhoun street to the Farmer’s Market at Marion Square.  Soon after we arrived we attempted some feats of yoga strength (amy is doing a yoga challenge during the month of May), but that just didn’t work and right after we cleared out the plank pile we heard the announcement “All right it’s time for Zumba!  Everyone come on over and let’s get moving!”  So, of course, we came on over and got moving. 

It appeared as though most present had forewarning about the event – as they were dressed for the occasion.  But really, Amy is always dressed for the occasion if it’s something Brazilian.

I shopped around the farmers market,

while these ladies took excellent pictures of themselves and rested their feet.

We headed back to our Inn for some lunch, and stopped at this graveyard along the way.

We passed this church:

It was across from this church that we took perhaps the best selfies of our lifetime.  We know this because as Al held the camera up in her expert way a man driving by on a golf-cart yelled out “SELFIE!” in a heckling singsong way. 

And we know because of this:

I’ll save what happened later that day for later.  But there will be narrow alleyways, dancing in the streets, a tiny little man, and the thorough distraction of a walking tour – that is to say that we were distracting.  We distracted a walking tour group – perhaps even a few tour groups.  It’s going to be great.  Just wait.