Cha-Cha Charleston

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July 30, 2013 by Last Star blog

A little photo art...

A little photo art…

It just makes us sick that we were sick for two solid weeks in what I consider one of Americas most wonderful cities.  The food and the sights are just delicious and stunning, at every turn, so being confined to the boat and loosing the opportunity to really eat our way through their culinary history was very frustrating.  Our biggest issue was the energy.  It seemed every small step forward took us hours of resting to overcome the slightest effort.  There are two flights of stairs up to the showers/bathrooms.  I had to rest in the shower room after the stairs before I could even think of standing and washing my hair.  Often I just took the shower on the boat and blew off the hair drying event, as it would wipe me out.  What is the point of fabulous hair if you go straight to bed to nap?  Anyway, we are better…not 100% but better.  I limped into a CVS a week ago (now that was a struggle) to see a RN for some antibiotics.  It was the only way to be able to host Cole and his friends this past weekend.   One of the obstacles we have to overcome living aboard is physical health issues: how to see a doctor, dentist, dermatologist (for the one of us with skin cancer).  It’s not that we don’t have insurance; it’s that we don’t know who, what or where to go in each new city.  Luckily, this is the first time we have been sick in a year!  Hank found a great dermatologist here through tri-care who carved him up a bit but did a great job on cutting, burning and freezing those pesky spots of pre-cancer.  He had a spot burned off his wrist and on his walk home it started to bleed and drip down his arm.  He looked like a serial killer…and of course, it was just as he was passing the College of Charleston.  Those poor co-eds!  Mr. zombie=patient zero. The RN at the minute clinic in the CVS was very sweet and very thorough.  All obstacles are surmountable; you just need to be tenacious and patient.

Some sights we saw along the way to the CVS.073

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Cute shops, always with flowers.

Cute shops, always with flowers.

 

 

Cole came with two of his friends:  Kevin & Jack. They are great boys and great friends from high school, you would have to be to drive your friend 8+ hours to see ones parents. As an added bonus they stopped at ‘south of the border’ to have the experience.  ROFL.

Cole has an affinity for closing his eyes in 95% of his photos...I can't tell you how many we have of him like this.  Cole, Jack and Kevin at happy hour.

Cole has an affinity for closing his eyes in 95% of his photos…I can’t tell you how many we have of him like this. Cole, Jack and Kevin at happy hour.

Cole, Jack & Kevin.  Finally a picture with Cole's eyes open...

Cole, Jack & Kevin. Finally a picture with Cole’s eyes open…

Jack is very tall, after a briefing from the captain on the areas of greatest skull banging spots, he managed to NOT hit his melon on anything…well, just the hatch trying to get out!  Cole left the hatch open and let the cat out, what are you new?  One thing that amazed me is that all these boys go to different states for college.  Jack is playing basketball out in California, Kevin in college out in North Carolina and of course, Cole is in Texas.  So, why I was surprised that they knew a handful of girls here in Charleston from Virginia, is silly.  When we graduated from high school it was the local state school and upon graduation, you moved home.  Now, with the internet, it seems the college opportunities are global.  It is such an amazing time for them. We walked around the city of Charleston, shopped, and got very overheated!

A pineapple fountain.

A pineapple fountain.

A lovely park, too hot for anyone else!

A lovely park, too hot for anyone else!

The Market.

The Market.

It was so humid it was weather you could wear.  Like a wet blanket. They were troopers though.  We took them sailing one day in the Charleston harbor so they could get a better feel for what cruising was about.  We managed to have the energy to hit a happy hour at Pearlz for shrimp, fried and raw oysters.  They made Hank eat the gigantic ones and laughed at the sight.

The old folks...

The old folks…

The young ones... at Pearlz.

The young ones… at Pearlz.

There were quite a few happy hours and quite a few laughs. I am now all checked on Tinder.  LOL.   They spent the days with us and the nights after dinner with their friends from Virginia exploring Charleston night life.  It seems the nightlife is pretty, uhm, busy here.  Our marina is downtown, just a mile or so from the college and the nightlife, an easy place to hang-out from.  It was wonderful having them here, I hope it was worth the long ass drive!

What blog would not be complete without our grocery store...even the Harris Teeter is lovely here!

What blog would not be complete without our grocery store…even the Harris Teeter is lovely here!

Cooper trying to get mailed off the boat or leave with the boys....
Cooper trying to get mailed off the boat or leave with the boys….

 

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2 thoughts on “Cha-Cha Charleston

  1. Dobs says:

    My old stomping grounds!!! Glad you got a little better to enjoy some of i!

  2. Ha! Yes, isn’t it strange to be the “old folks” now?
    (In spite of the fact that we all look out of 18 year old eyes)
    I just retired from 30 years military/ Military Contracting but
    like you two I am in better shape than most “young folks” I see waddling around.
    I guess it’s all the video games they play, good to see your “Millenniums” stay fit, like mine.

    Cap’n Lee

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