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Thank you South Carolina… and the journey home.

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We woke up on the morning of the 8th day and had to say goodbye to our palm trees.

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Vacation was officially over and though I didn’t want to leave quite yet…

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We headed to the airport in Charleston, enjoying a few final glimpses of the South Carolina low country.

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It looked like the buzzards had lined up to see us off…

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But they were just having breakfast.

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Yes, my last image of Edisto Island was a carcass. Bet they don’t highlight that in the tourist brochures.

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We relinquished the giant rental vehicle… me quite easily – the husband with pangs of regret…. and began the long haul to the terminal. Seriously Charleston, could you put Avis any further away? Damn.

You’ll notice the husband is lugging both of our suitcases because…

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Yes. Mine might have been a trifle overpacked…. but it’s still rude of the airline to advertise the fact. Luggage has feelings too.

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Goodbye South Carolina. We enjoyed our visit immensely.

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Washington National Airport…

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Where your dog has a rest room too.

And apparently a fire hydrant.

We had two hours to kill and opted for lunch at PF Changs. We don’t have them up our way and I wanted to try it.

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One tasty Asian pear mojito in…

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I was questioning this man’s seating choice.

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I don’t care if there’s a heart, it’s still the business end of a very large horse.

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One horrible chicken lo mein and one even more horrible beef fried rice later, we vowed not to eat at PF Changs if they ever do make it up our way. Blech.

In other news, the flight to Maine did not start smoothly.

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Because of course, out of all the seats on the plane… my husband’s had to malfunction. The cushion was basically free floating and not attached to the seat frame at all. Every time he tried to sit down it just slid out from under him.

This delayed the flight a good 45 minutes while we waited for the maintenance people and did not endear us to our fellow passengers. After another 20 minutes of tinkering by the repair guys?

Velcro to the rescue.

I kid you not.

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An ignominious end to an otherwise delightful trip.

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At least it wasn’t duct tape.

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16 thoughts on “Thank you South Carolina… and the journey home.”

  3. What a great adventure. So much natural beauty, so much history, so many things to learn. Most notably, DO NOT EAT CHINESE FOOD AT A CHAIN RESTAURANT. Still, being stuck in an airport and all that, I can see that it might be more appealing than, say, Red Lobster or something.
    I love the groin vaulted concourse at the DC airport. It has the look of a gothic cathedral, perhaps one built in honor of the stranded traveler sleeping on the floor. Glad you made it back, how’s the house?

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  4. Ugh, you’d think they would have checked ALL the seats prior to the embarking of passengers, right? I’m so done with flying right now, so I sympathize with you and the hubs going through that. The rental “beast” as you put it, it a very impractical vehicle (my boss has one identical in a burgundy/maroon) he loves that thing. But he’s the one that drives us whenever we need to go somewhere off campus and I rather enjoy the luxurious ride, lol. And of course not having to use my car that is.

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  5. LOL. Your honey was velcroed in the plane; that seems safe!

    PF Cheng’s in the airport is not the same as the freestanding restaurants; I’ve experienced both and I’m not sure what they’re doing at the airport, but it’s not good.

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  8. Nice to meet a fellow overpacker. We should start a club . . . or a support group for our luggage.
    Velcro? Well, better to have velcro holding your seat on than holding the window on, but still . . . does that meet FAA regulations? Kinda doubt it.

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