After three days of soaking in the sun, the beach, the lovely mild weather, and the romance of the South, today is our last day in Charleston, South Carolina. Our flight is in about 45 minutes at 2:32 p.m. EST so I thought I’d throw up a quick post about what we did this morning.

I woke up with bites ALL over my legs. I think the Day’s Inn has a bedbug problem and I am more than a little creeped out. But the weird part is that M doesn’t have a single bite. I have literally probably 15-20 teeny little bites – sort of like a flea bite – mostly on my upper thighs and a few on my back and lower legs. So gross. I have vowed to wash every piece of clothing as soon as we get home tonight.

Brunch was had at Toast, a little diner-esque restaurant right next door to the Inn and where we ate yesterday morning actually. M and I are both suffering from overindulgence this vacation and feel like fat little meatballs rolling around Charleston. Breakfast did not help things. I ordered Eggs Meeting Street, a Toast favorite, which consists of a fried green tomato covered with a crab cake and topped with a poached egg smothered in remoulade sauce. Home fries on the side and a biscuit. One of the least healthiest breakfasts of all time. It was delicious.

The rest of the morning was spent seeing what more we could of Charleston before we had to leave for the airport. We walked down to the Battery and White Point Gardens (a little deceptive since the “Garden” is not much more than just grass and trees, more like a park), and took in the views and sea air.

Since it’s our last day here, I was determined to find a souvenir to cart back to San Francisco. We strolled through the Slave Market (euphemistically named for the wares slaves used to sell) and I kept my eyes peeled for something cool to buy.

The raw shea butter was pretty cool, but I was a little grossed out by it and didn’t want to slather myself with the weirdly yellow fat. I definitely coveted the handmade sweet grass baskets, but one of those small ones cost over $120 dollars. Uhm…no thanks. I think I’ll happily keep my fruit in the Moroccan bowl Kayla brought back for me.

Just when I had given up on the market and we were heading back to the Inn, I saw a cool old cigar shop that sold legal Cuban cigars. I just had to stop in to see. And I found my souvenir. An empty cigar box. So cute. I don’t know what to use it for yet, maybe to store our TV remotes, but I love it. For $5, I totally won.See you back in SF!

xoxo,

Jenn