The final leg of my trip to the US was a personal one, taking my mom and stepdad down to Charleston, South Carolina for a couple of days. Growing up in Virginia, I have so much nostalgia and childhood memories of exploring the South, of field trips with my mom as a chaperone to some of the great old historical estates and colonial houses, of big old oak trees with their gnarled branches, and of course comfort foods. Show me the biscuits (and not the cookie variety - I mean buttermilk biscuits smothered in gravy). I loved walking beneath the… The final leg of my trip to the US was a personal one, taking my mom and stepdad down to Charleston, South Carolina for a couple of days. Growing up in Virginia, I have so much nostalgia and childhood memories of exploring the South, of field trips with my mom as a chaperone to some of the great old historical estates and colonial houses, of big old oak trees with their gnarled branches, and of course comfort foods. Show me the biscuits (and not the cookie variety - I mean buttermilk biscuits smothered in gravy). I loved walking beneath the Spanish moss and watching it blow in the breeze that smelled like the ocean with my mom by my side. What a trip! @olympus_au #olympusinpsired #shrimpngrits . . . . #olympus #boonehall #charleston #spanishmoss #southcarolina The final leg of my trip to the US was a personal one, taking my mom and stepdad down to Charleston, South Carolina for a couple of days. Growing up in Virginia, I have so much nostalgia and childhood memories of exploring the South, of field trips with my mom as a chaperone to some of the great old historical estates and colonial houses, of big old oak trees with their gnarled branches, and of course comfort foods. Show me the biscuits (and not the cookie variety - I mean buttermilk biscuits smothered in gravy). I loved walking beneath the…
