I love to travel, but – sadly – not every trip is a good one. Here is an example of a good trip gone bad.
I spent a horrible weekend in Charleston and Isle of Palm over Thanksgiving 1993. It was with an ex and his friend’s family.
His friend invited us and our two large dogs to spend the weekend with them in their townhouse. The friend’s (now ex-) wife told us upon our arrival (after driving down from VA) that we could not stay with them. She expected us, if we decided to stay, to sleep in our vehicle and use the gas station down the street for potty breaks. It was horrible, and we should have turned around and went home.
We did stay in the townhouse, but were subjected to an entire weekend of fighting between that couple. Thank goodness they were right on the beach so I spent lots of time there with my dogs.
I managed to get in a little sightseeing and can check this place from “the book” off of my list.”
The Heart of Charleston