Well, Dapple got her Southern Belle on and demanded a Spa Day, so we're here in Charleston at the La Quinta Inn for an extra night. Lots to see and do here, besides shar (no small thing, that) so we'll be as happy as clams, or oysters, or shrimp, which are here in abundance.
We got in late last night, limping a bit, and the La Quinta was not exactly quaint but it served - turned the ignition off with a sigh of relief from all three parties involved, cough cough. Did the shar thing and took a cab downtown to rustle up some late-night seafood - a Forrest Gump moment: we had the shrimp appetizer and then the fried shrimp and a shrimp taco...could not fit any shrimp gumbo, shrimp salad....but would've, if we could. No such thang as Too Much Shrimp. Then wandered the gorgeous downtown and French Quarter, immaculate and stunning, really unreal in its Old South beauty, and of course the requisite flower-perfumed warm air at midnight.
M is off this morning Dealing With The Truck, who is The Truck when she behaves that way (although M believes they have forged a partnership together, that she has tested us and found us worthy.) I'd swim, but my suit is in the camper, and I'd clean the camper, but the camper is in the camper, so there you are. Or there I am. And here he is now, with news, hopefully!
"The truck is getting fixed. We have a nice car. And if you want to, I will take you to the beach."
Not a man of many words, sometimes. But you know, I just ain't gonna worry mah purty lil head about it. I'm going to get him to drive me to the HUGE downtown market.
I actually have at least ten damn mosquito bites, but don't tell HIM. ;)
I added photos to the last two entries, so check 'em out if you've a mind.
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