When you have more time than expected before the vaca starts

So our flight was delayed. That’s ok, we didn’t have anything else to do today except wait and fly and wait and fly.

While we waited, we strolled through the airport, and I noticed this billboard:

I couldn’t agree more: Extraordinary DOES happen here. At CofC and everywhere else in the Holy City.

It reminded me of a joke I heard a while back. This little old lady who lived on South Battery (Charlestonians will get this) was asked where she goes for vacation.

Her answer: “Why would I go somewhere? I’m already hey-uh.” (She’s speaking in Charlestonese, y’all.)

It’s cute, but it’s also true. Charleston has the best and the most of anywhere you’d want to go — at least that’s what native Charlestonians believe. (And it’s true.)

So why are we heading across the pond when we have extraordinary right in our own back yards?

Well. Because it’s a majestic thing to broaden one’s horizons. Because it’s good to seek out new lives and new civilizations (as the Trek Universe explains). And because Vif and Vrai took the time to learn French with Duolingo.

They certainly seem to be enjoying themselves so far.