We finally reach our destination, the beautiful old city of Charleston, as we pulled onto the street where we were to stay in a small guesthouse, I apprehensively scanned the addresses, our experiences thus far hadn’t made me any too confident in my online trip planning skills. We pull up cautiously in front of what is supposed to be our lodging place for the week and stare disbelieving. If you’ve ever been to Charleston, you’ve seen the wonderful old houses set back behind black wrought iron lacework fences, not exactly where one would expect to trundle up and knock asking admittance. Happily, we were indeed at the right spot and the gracious caretaker gave us the keys to what turned out to be the most amazing little cottage that was to be our home during our stay in South Carolina.
Even Agatha was impressed with her new accommodations and wandered about happily (just getting OUT of the vehicle was something to be overjoyed about). Although tiny, our new place was as wonderful as I could have hoped. Located on an estate dating back to the mid-1800’s loaded with delightful character and vintage charm. Massive old live oaks framed the antique chimney that promised long evenings by the fire. (I was ready to move in permanently by this time).
We unloaded and carried our 101 bags inside to view further surprises and delights. Vaulted ceilings, original heartwood pine floors, a hand knotted lace canopy, even a fully equipped gourmet kitchen with acres of granite countertops.
I did a happy dance as Agatha wandered back and forth wondering if the management knew one of the members of our party had four feet.
I told her not to worry, the owners were avid dog lovers too, she was probably even more welcome than we were.
How could anyone resist that sweet furry face?
I hadn’t expected such a treasure was waiting for us, what a delightful relief after our rather harrowing trip thus far. Even Agatha seemed relieved and cheered visibly as she watched us unpack with plumed tail wagging happily. (She knew the snacks were in one of those bags).
First things first, a little sunbath & my good dog settles in to help me chronicle our journey.
Ever the helpful writing companion, soon she’s snoring loudly just to inspire me as I write.
Someone has to get recharged she says, this traveling is hard work. And so, I end this doggie tale with photos of marvelous old Charleston SC, dear readers, if you’ve not been, add it to your list of places not to miss. We lived there for many years and it’s still one of my most favorite places to visit with it’s lovely homes, spanish moss, the old town herself with her sleepy carriage horses and salt laden sea breezes.
A word to the wise though, you might want to do Delta the drive certainly isn’t for the faint of heart! (Agatha says she totally agrees).
Have you ever been to Charleston SC? What was your favorite part? I never get tired of visiting there, but the drive,,, not so much!