14 August 2013


Fountain at White Point Gardens, Charleston, S.C.
My after-travel ritual for many years has been to walk down to the tip of the peninsula and sniff the ocean. That is how I know I am home and this little gal welcomes me each time.

In other news, holy flooded streets Charleston! This has happened so often this year it is ridiculous. I can almost be glad that I moved off the peninsula and don't have to check tide charts before I head home anymore.

First day back in the office today and I spent most of it responding to the close to three hundred emails waiting for me. Sigh. Even though I had an "I am out of the country" away message some people wrote two or three times thinking that would make me change my plans and come back faster. Fooled ya!