Waking up in Charleston
Mornings following a late night are always tough. This is especially true when you’re waking up on a top bunk. All I can think about is dodging the blades of death above my face and landing on my feet without too much pain. Rolling out of bed, I ungracefully hit the ground. If there is any take away from this trip it is perseverance. Why do we fall down? To learn how to get back up again. I brush myself off and stumble to the bathroom. Breakfast consists of the usual complimentary goodies: toast, fruit, and coffee.
Yesterday, we were told that one of the big attractions of Charleston is the Waterfront Park on the pier. This time we elect to drive, remember, it’s over 90 degrees and you can feel the weight of the moisture in the air. Arriving at the swinging benches, it is picturesque. Every other bench carries either elderly men reading newspapers or visiting families squeezing into two seats. Once in awhile a teenage couple walks up and takes a seat. Dan and I take separate benches, there’s only so close we can allow. I walk back to the park, take my shoes off, and walk through the grass along the pier barefoot. Ahead there is a large fountain with a woman circling around the rim with her feet in the water. The water is too appealing not to get in, so I join in behind her. While, methodically wading around the fountain and trailing this stranger I’m thinking this should be some sort of group therapy activity. It’s simple, no brain activity required, calming, and refreshing. I later find out this fountain is aptly named the Pineapple Fountain. Alas, I can’t spend the whole day in the fountain.