A crepe day

What a weekend. I was busy enjoying a beautiful day in Charleston, SC on Saturday and then busy all day Sunday paying for the fact that I had blown off things I needed to do on Saturday.

So, here is what I have to say regarding this weekend. I live in the MOST beautiful area of the country. I know that is a big statement and is largely subjective, but I will put it to the challenge against pretty much anywhere. Saturday was fantastic with blue skies, strong wind, warm sun, and no humidity. And not only is it beautiful, but there is something for anybody to do! Sailboats filled the harbor as Charleston Race Week was in full swing. We had the East Coast Canoe & Kayak Festival creating rainbows on the water over on James Island. Serena Williams and Maria Sharapova were duking it out at the Family Circle Cup semi-finals. And where was I? Leisurely strolling through Marion Square downtown taking in the sites and sounds of the first Charleston Farmer's Market . I stood in a shockingly long line to get a crepe filled with fresh tomato, basil, mozzarella, and mushrooms. You wouldn't believe how many people are willing to wait for a ridiculous amount of time for the perfect sweet or savory french creation (supposedly the banana and nutella crepe is off the chain...that is according to the very nice girl with multiple body piercings that I bonded with as we invested some serious time together). It is fun to watch the uninformed looking around trying to figure out why ALL these people seem to be standing for some unknown reason in this long line that seems to go nowhere. It is so long you don't really see the crepe-stand at all. And all those "in the know" KNOW that it is worth every minute. So, after enjoying every heavenly bite, I picked up some local fresh tomatoes grown on Johns Island, avoided the swarming bees that had made their nest in the tree beside my parked car (maybe that is why the space was open?) and headed to Daniel Island with the intention of gussying up (yes, that is what we do here) the toes to make their first "dressed" appearance of the season. But the beautiful weather lured me to the Wando River and before I knew it I was on a long walk. I love the smell of pluff mud in the marsh and all the Spanish moss waving in the trees. And don't worry, I did finally make it to my manicure and pedicure time. I have to say, it was a good day.