Home from the trip and sorry it came to an end. Really enjoyed Charleston and all it had to offer history, culture and great-dining-wise. Despite the potential for hurricanes and earthquakes, I wouldn’t mind living there. Hot, humid, but always breezy from winds off the ocean. Bertha was making waves, literally, but they weren’t so bad the day we were at the beaches. Anyway, they say there’s no place like home, but so what. There’s no place like a lot of places and when the family is with you, what does it matter? So we’re back to the real world and all that means. Sob.

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