What can I say? He was lounging on my balcony when I got up this morning. How he got there, I'll never know, but as things turned out, I should have hung out with him for the day. . . .
We made the two-hour run to Charleston, crossing the Ravenel bridge,
and went to the South Carolina Aquarium. I took several pictures, but they look a lot like the pics from Ripley's so I don't think I'll bother posting them. Except for the lionfish, which are always cool.
After the aquarium, we went to King Street in Charleston, which would have been a great place to shop if I was a skinny rich girl looking for a new wardrobe, but as it turned out, the only thing we bought was a kitchen gadget from Williams Sonoma. I was going to get an iTouch from the Apple store, but you can't just walk in and buy one, you have to give them your name and wait until a "specialist" is available to talk to you. Not being in the mood to wait around, we didn't.
King street was picturesque, but not exactly what I expected. We then drove back to Myrtle Beach to have dinner at Margaritaville, but the two hour and fifteen minute wait was worse than the Apple store thing, so we had dinner somewhere else. In the confusion of having multiple waitresses, our dinner spent too much time under the heat lamps, so they had to make it again and we got it for free.
We were going to get ice cream and go to a movie after dinner, but in the end, we decided to just go back to the hotel and crash for the night. I think vacation is starting to wear me out. My feet are tired and I miss my own bed, not to mention my own cooking, and I'm pretty sure I'm not alone.
Generally speaking, if your vacation lasts long enough, eventually you reach a point where going home starts to sound really good. Then you get home and sleep in your own bed in a place where no one knocks on your door at 9 am to clean your room and you're happy.
Then you go back to work and remember why you wanted to go on vacation in the first place.
It's a vicious cycle. . . .