And by that I mean, pretending that I come from a world where staying in a house of this nature and quality is of the normal…psht…yea right. We recently spent a few days down south, south of the border…the carolina border that is….(yes past the really big 1-95 theme park with 100 billboards with no one ever in the parking lot…past that). Destination? Isle of Palms, SC.
A cozy ‘beach cottage’ was how our beach house was described to me…have you ever been to a cottage with a master bathroom with wall to wall white marble and a shower with 3 heads? Nope…me neither, but I was more than happy to accept this lil surprise.
We only got 1 solid beach day in for the short visit we were there, but after packing up my MnL (of which…i helped…zippo…blame the babe), driving to raleigh, unpacking (again….useless), and driving through the rain down to SC (…ok P driving), this one day was welcomed with open arms.