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 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.
