Exploring Charleston

Arriving somewhere after dark is always a little disorienting. It is hard to tell exactly what your surroundings look like or where you are. So when I woke up on Saturday morning (hours before anyone else…in typical Taylor fashion), I could not wait to get out and see what my surroundings looked like. What I walked out onto the deck to was southern paradise. A calm harbor, giant ancient oaks trees dripping in Spanish moss, the lingering golden glow of a just-missed sunrise, and a salty breeze just strong enough to make me go grab my patagonia from below deck.

If you couldn’t tell, I pretty much thought everything about the morning was perfect…so bear with me on all the pictures.






Rocco found this boat through AirBnB…it turned out to be an awesome and beautiful place to stay! After taking in the view for a while and snapping tons of pictures to send to my mom and dad, who are pretty much the only people I could trust to be up at the time, I decided to go for a walk to explore the neighborhood and (more importantly) search for coffee. Siri clued me into the sad fact that the closest coffee was a mile away at a Sunoco gas station. I was not deterred. I set off with my destination in mind.

The neighborhood was breathtaking, so the walk went really fast. This could also have to do with the fact that I was powerwalking from feeling awkward since it soon became clear that wandering around with messy hair, no makeup, the shirt I slept in, and a phone gps tourguide was not a sight people of the neighborhood were used to. Noted.



By the time I made my way back, surprisingly good gas station coffee in hand, I thought it was an acceptable time to force Danny to wake up and hang out with me, hehe. He’s so lucky. He’ll be the first to tell you, sleeping in is the opposite of relaxing to me…and lucky him, I also love company once I’m up.


{high waisted shorts, Asos} {crop top, Forever 21} {sunnies, Carrera}

It was pretty soon after we got up that Collette and Rocco stirred too. We lingered for a while on the deck, while all observing a boat slowly sink across the harbor. We’re pretty sure it somehow escaped from its dock overnight.




{Danny’s favorite pullover, Southern Tide}

Once it was a relatively acceptable hour, we popped some beers, got dressed for the day, and set out a plan for exploring Charleston. We called an Uber, and headed downtown to explore until we had to be back for our afternoon sail. I have been on a huge Parenthood kick recently, and I couldn’t help feeling like Crosby in his early, carefree days the whole time (I hope someone gets that reference!)






{espadrilles, thrifted Bettye Muller, similar here and here}

The boat we stayed on (which I cannot recommend staying on more!) was about 10 minutes outside of the city. Since we flew in, we were Uber-dependent. A small price to pay I figured for a private flight to Charleston! We pretty much had no plans once we got there, but it didn’t take long for our stomachs to take over and lead us in search of sustenance.



Happily, that search led us on a scenic walk to the weekly farmer’s market, where we all got to go off in search of what made our stomachs growl loudest without worrying what anyone else wanted because we could all get our own things! Rocco and Collette settled on sandwiches from a greek food stand, I devoured a wholesome strawberry and nutella crepe (oops!), and Danny made room for a bacon, egg, and cheese breakfast wrap!



crepe stand


{Bracelet, House of Harlow, rented from Rocksboxget your first month free (with unlimited boxes of jewelry per month) with code tsspoonfulofsugarxoxo}


Fueled up, we continued our walk to the water front. Danny and I are currently looking for a place next year, and I think we found some strong contenders. I am hoping if we pool our graduation gifts, 20 million dollars won’t be out of reach 😉






Absolutely in love with the door numbering here!

We finally made our way to the waterfront park, where Danny and Rocco were much more enamored with the civil war cannons and mortars than the actual view we trekked for.







Unfortunately, we lost track of time a little bit, and had to cut our time in downtown Charleston short because we had a boat to catch! We wrapped up the day with some Italian ice and a last-ditch (unsuccessful) attempt by me to rally people up for a ghost tour–my all time favorite activity. By the time we hopped in our uber, Danny and I were deep in our most common argument- is it more realistic to believe in ghosts or aliens? (He’s totally right, aliens are way more likely, but I’m right too on this one)


{ring, Kenda Scott}


{earrings, Bauble Bar}

I started out planning to make this a post about the entire day, sailing trip included, but it quickly became clear I got a little too snap-happy. So stay tuned for the final installment of the Charleston trilogy!


Leave a Reply