We loved Charleston. We stayed in a lovely inn centrally located. We walked, we explored historic sites and we ate in some of Charleston's best, and best known restaurants. At Jestine's Kitchen we tasted authentic lowcountry cooking, not the fancy (and delicious) fare offered in the upscale eateries along East Bay. We couldn't have had a better tour guide on our horse drawn carriage ride through this beautiful city.
What we didn't love was Daniel Island. Less than 15 minutes into our appointment we were ready to bolt. The real estate agent was perfectly charming and not just southern pseudo charm. She was sincere. What she had to offer just wasn't for us. We remained attentive for the obligatory time and then some. She was literally in the driver's seat; we were the captives. Unlike Habersham it looked far less perfect than the images we had seen in ads or on the internet. Was it the highway that bisected it, in more ways than one; the rules about who could be club members; or the reality of southern sensibilities so different from our own? It hardly mattered. With a sigh of relief, we finally drove away. Returning to first timers' tourist mode, we knew we had found a place we would always love to visit, but living there simply didn't resonate.
We cut short our last planned day in Charleston to return to Habersham with the sole intent of viewing the West Haven lot one more time before sealing the deal. As we left Beaufort that day the next phase of our adventure - the day dreaming part, took hold. It was an "a bientot" moment.
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