When I first started researching beach options (obviously I was not at work, who would think such a thing), I decided I wanted us to go somewhere with a little bit of charm. Pawleys Island seemed to have it in spades, and funnily enough was actually our beach of choice when I was still a little girl with a red fro, which I didn’t find out until Megan told me on our drive down. This weekend was the purest form of relaxation. We weren’t in a hurry for anything, and consumed more food and sun than our bodies could handle. Happily, we ran into a Charleston-style community just down the beach, which I consider to be fate. The world knows I am most content when there is a bit of Charleston around. I won’t mention the fact that I got a speeding ticket on the way back. I’ll just leave that out.