It's Saturday and all I keep thinking about is how I want to be back at Folly Beach in South Carolina. A few weeks ago, Anthony and I took a trip down to Charleston but honestly, three and a half days in a new place isn't enough sometimes.
I want another night where we can fall asleep to the sound of the tide coming in through the open balcony door, only to wake up to the sight of surfers bobbing in the water waiting to catch the next wave.
I want another late dinner on the elevated deck at Loggerhead's, complete with live music and frozen drinks and a view of a sliver of the ocean.
And I definitely want another giant breakfast biscuit from Callie's Hot Little Biscuit.
Some observations:
*Angel Oak Park on Johns Island closes early but you can still stick your hand through the page fence to take a kick-ass photo of this ancient oak tree.
**The brewery scene in Charleston is out of control in the best possible way.
***No one will judge if you have an alcoholic beverage with every meal.
We can always go back, and I'm pretty sure we will. In the meantime, we have these photos of classic Southern homes and pretty fountains and yummy meals to help us fondly remember our jaunt.
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