It's hard not to really feel this line from E.B. White's Here is New York when flying over a tiny glittering Manhattan. My heart swelled when I saw the buildings of downtown peeking through the corner of my window.
Charleston was packed with fried things, grits, beautiful old mansions, grits, the nicest strangers, grits, AND good coffee. What more could a girl want? Posts to come, I'm sure.