Visiting the Low-Country of South Carolina

When my cousin suggested we check out Charleston, South Carolina for a few days, I said “Sure. Why not?”

I had never really thought about going there before and didn’t know much about it.  I searched online and found a hostel and got an idea of things to do.  Turns out the only hostel in South Carolina is located in Charleston.  So I booked us a private room and we set off from Atlanta where my cousin lives.

Upon arrival in Charleston, I immediately picked up on the similarities to Savannah.  In fact, on several occasions I would think I was in Savannah and my cousin would politely correct me.  🙂  It had a historic small town feel, with tilted old houses and narrow streets.  Our hostel was cute, with several houses on one lot and a small gravel parking lot in the middle.  Our room was on the second level of a house, accessed by the double decker outside porch.  We had a cute bench swing outside our door and it had the perfect feel for the Southern experience.

After settling in, we immediately hopped back in the car and drove down to the scenic battery at the southern most point of historic Charleston on the water.  We parked the car and walked around the park facing the large stone barrier walls along the waters edge.  All around the park are historic cannons and statues demonstrating the historical significance of this waterfront corner of town.

As you walk into town from the battery area, you pass by historic southern mansions squeezed together on a tight row, sharing the waterfront views.  If it weren’t for the cars, you would really feel like you were in a different time.  We zig-zagged through town, cutting down cute brick alleys between historic homes, peeking into gardens and church yards, and taking pictures of everything!

I was immediately enchanted by Charleston.  I couldn’t wait to see everything.  We hopped on the free trolley that circles around the historic downtown area so we could see where we wanted to go next.

We got off the bus at the Market Hall, which is a historic market with a series of buildings stretching four blocks.  This market has been here since the 1790’s and there are still vendors there today selling local foods, produce, and various souvenirs.  The market leads you to the wharf and the waterfront. We walked along the park with fountains along the water and headed back into town to get food.

We grabbed some seafood at a restaurant with a rooftop deck.  I asked the waitress what seafood on the menu was local and she said probably only the shrimp.  So I ordered a shrimp sandwich and my cousin got a steam pot.  Both were great!  But while we were eating our table’s umbrella got picked up by the wind and rose up out of the table.  In mid bite I grabbed the pole and a guy at the next table helped me!  Haha it was quite the meal.

We planned out the rest of our trip and headed back to the hostel to relax with a six pack of beers on our porch swing at the hostel.