“Things like that happen in Charleston.”
That’s what a woman working at a kitchen store said to me after something extraordinary happened to me right in front of her. It was one of two extraordinary events that I’m going to tell you about in this post all about my time here in one of America’s great food cities. I was brought here by South Carolina Tourism as part of a larger trip that’ll encompass Columbia and Greenville; but this post is all about my 48 hours here in Charleston.
[My friend Dara Bratt, an award-winning filmmaker, kindly offered to write a guest post about her recent trip to Belfast. How could I say no? What follows is an epic story of treacherous bridges, overflowing pints of Guinness and a meal so extraordinary, it had to be consumed twice.]
For my husband’s 40th birthday, I surprised him with a trip to Belfast and the rest of Northern Ireland. His dad, who passed away before I met him, was born there, and Kieran had never been. To execute this mega-surprise, I had the support of his mom, and in Northern Ireland, my cohorts were Kieran’s cousin Judith and his Uncle Peter.
Lunch at Spring on the Upper West Side was serviceable, pleasant, if slightly uninspired. Sitting outside, though, was a treat on this gorgeous day; it was also a treat to spend time with Lisa and Sam. And to blog the whole experience on my phone. Thanks, technology!
I’m at lunch with Lisa and Sam and I’m going to Liveblog it. Get ready!