Charleston to me means sand in my toes, waves, the ocean, and food. Lots of good food. I think every trip is starting to feel a little more like home, even though we don't live there yet. At least we're getting used to the idea. I know we're falling a little more in love with it each time though. It's stollen our hearts, and we couldn't be more thrilled.
Lee was supposed to work from there a few days 2 weeks ago. Well, his meetings got all switched up, so he ended up going the entire week. We hate being apart that long, so I decided that if I got all my work done, I'd go too. I did, and ended up driving down with my Dad and little brother the day after him. It was actually very relaxing for me. Sometimes I feel like I don't know how to relax anymore, especially when I'm not with Lee. I feel like half of me is missing. I don't have that kindred spirit to share everything with, and for a togetherness person, that's sad. It was good though. I'm learning how to actually let down and relax. I went to lunch by myself (which I never do. I think it was actually the first time!), I went to coffee alone and sat for hours, and I went to the beach alone! I was really alone there. I showed up at 8:30 and it was practically all mine. It was so peaceful to just sit and listen to the repetitive, constant wash of the waves on the shore. I read a little, sun bathed a lot, and took another solo-lunch break at a fun little spot a couple blocks inland.
After my Dad and brother left, we decided to have a little date night. We spotted the cutest, tiniest, most romantic looking Italian Restaurant (Pane e Vino) during our first visit at the beginning of the year . We saw it when we were leaving town and said we'd go next time. Well, next time came and went, and we still hadn't gone. We said for SURE we would go this time. Well, we almost talked ourselves out of it, and I'm so glad we didn't! It was like a date night in Italy. Seriously! A big thunderstorm had just passed through, and I was so hoping it wouldn't come back so we could grab a spot on the patio. We got lucky because it was covered, and completely lit by twinkle lights. There was beautiful jazzy music playing, and we were one of the only couples there. We aren't normally crazy about Italian places, but now I think we're sold. This was so authentic. . .All homemade pastas and sauces, delicious bread and olive oil appetizer. . . A tall bottle of sparkling water on the table. I love when people pay attention to details. I had spinach ravioli with an asparagus proscuitto cream sauce. It was to die for. It's all I can think about. I want to go back and order that exact, same thing!
All in all, it was a great break week. I felt refreshed and ready to get back to work upon our return.
Cheers to the ocean, homemade pasta, sandy sun-kissed faces, sunset beach walks, and the rest it brings our souls!