I have fallen in love all over again. This seems to be happening on a very frequent basis these days, as I have been doing quite a bit of traveling. But my new love is surprisingly not a charming European city, a powdery Asian beach, or a secluded tropical island. No, if this love could read more…
Like the iconic Spanish moss on the oak trees covering the 22,000 acre Palmetto Bluff, the Inn and its environs drip with Southern charm. Brick paths running between southern Lowcountry-styled cottages, wraparound porches I envisioned myself on with a tall glass of sweet tea, lantern street lamps, friendly staff (“yes M’am, no M’am”), the sounds read more…
