For two weeks, I stayed in Charleston, South Carolina. I didn’t know much about the place, except that I referred to it as an army town because that’s where my sister and her husband, who was in the military, stayed. I was reluctant to go, but Charleston had a lot to offer me; a new change of pace and some new scenery was much more satisfying than spending the two weeks stuck in Iowa doing the same old routine.
The weather was mystical in Charleston. It was hot- that was a given being in the South, but the heat was a bit different from the Iowan weather I was accustomed to. The air was always warm. And it was like glue. It stuck to my skin like the smell of cigarette smoke that only went away with water and soap. Whenever I got in a car, I …show more content…
Salt water really did taste like… well, salt water. If the water got in your eyes, it didn’t burn as much compared to chlorine. Even in the air, you could taste the traces of salt. I wouldn’t have been surprised if there was a french fry joint somewhere nearby because the salt mixture was making me hungry. And apparently, the salt water made for a good exfoliator, which explained why my skin was so smooth afterwards. Like in pictures, the ocean stretched forever in the horizon; it was crazy thinking of what was beyond that. I imagine that’s how the settlers felt before they “discovered” the …show more content…
It showed me that there was much much more to see and to explore in the world, even if it seems like it’s all the same. Sure, you can say that a beach is a beach or every place has that, but a beach in California isn’t going to be the same as a beach in Florida or a beach in Brazil. It may not have white sand and sapphire waters, but the beach in Charleston will always be my first beach. The storms I experienced in Charleston will always be the origin point of my interest in bizarre weather. Charleston certainly isn’t New York or Los Angeles by any means of comparison, but it’s a place that gave me something more to see than the standard Midwest visuals I’m accustomed
The weather was mystical in Charleston. It was hot- that was a given being in the South, but the heat was a bit different from the Iowan weather I was accustomed to. The air was always warm. And it was like glue. It stuck to my skin like the smell of cigarette smoke that only went away with water and soap. Whenever I got in a car, I …show more content…
Salt water really did taste like… well, salt water. If the water got in your eyes, it didn’t burn as much compared to chlorine. Even in the air, you could taste the traces of salt. I wouldn’t have been surprised if there was a french fry joint somewhere nearby because the salt mixture was making me hungry. And apparently, the salt water made for a good exfoliator, which explained why my skin was so smooth afterwards. Like in pictures, the ocean stretched forever in the horizon; it was crazy thinking of what was beyond that. I imagine that’s how the settlers felt before they “discovered” the …show more content…
It showed me that there was much much more to see and to explore in the world, even if it seems like it’s all the same. Sure, you can say that a beach is a beach or every place has that, but a beach in California isn’t going to be the same as a beach in Florida or a beach in Brazil. It may not have white sand and sapphire waters, but the beach in Charleston will always be my first beach. The storms I experienced in Charleston will always be the origin point of my interest in bizarre weather. Charleston certainly isn’t New York or Los Angeles by any means of comparison, but it’s a place that gave me something more to see than the standard Midwest visuals I’m accustomed