The week of our 25th wedding anniversary proved we really could check a few items off our bucket list.
We rented a car and began making our way south. Greenville, SC has been on my mind for a few years now, so it was our first stop. 10 hours and two snow storms later we arrived. As usual when we travel south, we bring the cold weather with us. “You just missed a week in the 80’s” the front desk agent said when she greeted us. Figures.
We didn’t let the cooler temps slow us down though. We bundled up in layers of “Florida clothing” and headed out to explore the town.
The sunshine helped, and the great barbecue restaurant did too. We ambled along the Reedy River, peeked into a few shops, and enjoyed the non-hustle and bustle I’ve become accustomed to at the hotel.
Next on the list was Charleston, SC. Once again, the temps were only in the 60s, but the sun was out, and the town was alive! As soon as we drove into the narrow streets of downtown I was hooked. The history there is incredible and much of the town remains the same.
We walked through the streets, listening to the horse tours as they clopped by, trying to catch a bit of history here and there.
As we strolled past the historic houses, we imagined the lives of the people who lived there, and dreamed of living there ourselves.
But neither of us felt like we were far enough south. So back in the car we got and continued our trip down the coast.
Halfway down, we stopped at Flagler Beach for ice cream and a stroll down the beach while the sun set. Still bundled up, but beautiful (and tasty) just the same.
On the day of our anniversary we finally got the warm weather and sun we had been craving. Our gift to each other was to attend a Cardinal baseball spring training game – something that had been on both of our bucket lists for a long time – and it proved to be well worth the wait.
Maybe not a typical way to spend a 25th wedding anniversary, but it fit us perfectly. We topped it off with a burger and fries in West Palm Beach, and a fancy hotel. Ok, that part didn’t fit us perfectly, but it was a nice splurge just the same.
We ended our week long road trip at my dad’s place. We felt more spoiled there than we did in the hotel. He cooked us breakfast each morning and didn’t charge us $4 for a bitter tasting cup of hotel coffee (that I threw away for a 99 cent cup of gas station coffee).
We took walks on the beach, ate lunch in outdoor restaurants, and soaked up the sun and warmth of Florida.
Seven days and 2000 miles later, we dropped of the rental car and boarded a plane to come home.
I’m looking forward to having a deli cooked Easter meal with the kids, but it was tough leaving Florida.
I already miss my flip flops.