We found a very reasonably priced room in Charleston.
It's a good thing, because we spent all our money on Kiawah Island. This hotel needed a little paint but we were told it had historic significance.
Built in the 1800s, it looks pretty much the same as it did back then. I had some reservations (not the kind that hold the room for us) about staying there ...
... but because it was next door to a church, Debbie said let's do it.
We both had to get work for a few days to pay for food and to get to DC to see Alissa, middle daughter. Debbie decided to make baskets at the local market.
I got a job feeding the fish at the South Carolina Aquarium.
Despite the lack of funding ... we still seemed to gain weight on this trip. I donned my favotite shirt to remind me not to get to the chubby porker stage again ... we are definitely dieting when we get home.
Sammy ... eat your heart out.