Our trips to Edisto and Charleston have always been nice. The people have always been respectful, with a manner and grace you won't find anywhere else. A civility and charm that is real, not contrived or pretend.
We've explored some, taken tours and carriage rides, gone on ghost walks. We've visited with local people, talked to long time residents, and learned. Learned a lot. We've gone to places. Old places, that you can just feel the times past lingering and hanging in the air, like gardenia that you know is there before seeing it.
I feel privileged, to have just set foot on such intriguing places. To have been allowed to 'peek in' so to speak, into that whole other world. To appreciate the life and times, good and bad, of all those who had made their way here, and the legacy they left.
I've traveled a lot, both stateside and overseas. Its nothing you can really put your hand on, but there is just a feeling or 'vibe' to the region and its people. A calm and serenity that I observed at first-light during my last trip to Charleston, standing on the Ravenel bridge, overlooking the peaceful sleepy marshes and water. Saying to myself, ‘This is really where I need to be’. I remember my wife's comment, the first time we rode over the bridge coming into Charleston. She said she didn't know why, but she felt like she was coming 'home'. I now have a better idea of why.
