This time three years ago, Elsa and I were tootling along to Charleston. Elsa had "guesstimated" how far it was from Williamsburg, VA to Charleston, NC. We pulled off the interstate at around 4:00 for an early supper and on the way out she asked how far it was to Charleston. "286 miles." I was amazed - Elsa didn't turn pale or panic or anything, just settled down for a long stretch of driving.
It was a great day, in spite of its unexpected length. As mentioned earlier, our first morning in Williamsburg set the pace for the rest of the trip. Elsa got up early and headed out for a ramble, then came back around 9:00ish with a cup of coffee and some breakfast goodies to tide me over until we had a real breakfast. I dressed as she packed and bundled everything out to the car.
There is not much between Williamsburg and Charleston, at least along the I-95 route, so even if Elsa had known how far it was, she probably would have done the same long stretch of driving.
It did help that we had some wonderful audio tapes to keep us company - lots of music, including my beloved Willie Nelson. and unabridged recordings of Stephen Covey's "7 Habits of Highly Effective People" and "7 Habits of Highly Effective Families", Deepak Chopra, Marianne Williamson, Christiane Northrup.
We were tuckered out by the time we arrived at the King Charles Inn, but we were not bored.
The King Charles Inn reminded of parts of Paddington, in Sydney. Cast iron railing and a building that was not low but somehow looked like it was.
When we plunked down our stuff in our room - at around 10:00 p.m. - and opened the curtain, there was a terrific view of an old, white, magnificently columned church right across the way.
I was finally - really and truly - in Charleston, after all those years of wishing and hoping.
We unpacked our things for the night, spread out the stuffies we had brought along, and settled in for a well-deserved snooze.
This is fun, writing about it - can see it all over again in my mind's eye
and feel the happiness in my heart.