I’m off on an unusual summer jaunt.
Usually, summers with my family start off with a trip down to Charleston
for the Spoleto Festival
, continue with the swath of cultural events that flood calendars in April, and are sprinkled with trips to the coast and the Upstate. Last year we took the family down to Kiawah Island
for the week of July 4th. Our boys were delighted with the deer that crossed through the backyard of our house every evening, and they squealed and jumped like little beans as F-16’s graced the beach during Salute From The Shore’s Independence Day flyover
This year, we aren’t celebrating the summer in our beloved South Carolina. Instead, we’re in London through the end of July. My husband has work here that needs several weeks’ worth of attention. Instead of spending the summer entertaining two active boys alone, I decided to take his suggestion that we all tag along and set up a home base just outside of Wimbledon. While I’m thrilled about the experience, I’m a bit tempered by the thought of missing our Palmetto Cheese
and wine at the beach, and the soupy, long summer evenings on our porch (I’m one of those rare people who truly enjoys the summer humidity, as long as the temperature remains under 92 degrees).
You haven’t lost me for the summer, though. While I’m discovering London and all that the city has to offer, I’ll also be searching for pieces of home to share with you all. My husband and I have always loved to travel abroad, and there is always a special delight in discovering new ways in which South Carolina connects to the global community.
I’m interested in seeing how the Brits mark Independence Day, or whether July 4 is just another date on the calendar. And while I’m away, I’ll still be in touch with the arts leaders back home, writing about the fun and important things coming up.
I look forward to sharing my findings with you. I hope you’ll stay tuned!