OK, so much to my disappointment, Charleston proved too difficult to manoeuvre Big Bertha around in and finding a park was even more difficult than finding Osama Bin Laden, so our time there was short but adventure filled.  I have decided to go back when we are settled because I didn't find the Southern man I was after.  Shano says "sure, go ahead" which means we must have been stuck in a bus together for 3 weeks!!! We did, however, stay at a great little park that had a lake full of alligators, a nature walk full of poison ivy and evening full of mosquitos.  The night was spent with me running around squashing 50 million mozzies with a bunched up brochure every time Shano went out for a ciggy - all with a glass of wine in my hand.  I even suggested to him that he should smoke through the fly screen but he just wouldn't be up for it.  What is that about.  Anyway, early this morning, Team Gabriel arose way too early to go and see some crazy ship that was docked.  When I say "Team Gabriel" I of course mean the Team Gabriel minus the Karli component - I went shopping instead!  Real shopping.  Not "over excited, I need to spend some money so will buy stupid stuff at Walmart" shopping, but real live shopping in real live shops!  Amazing.  It actually felt weird for about 5 minutes, as I have been joined at the hip to my other darling members of Team Gabriel in the Motorhome of Mentals, for the last few weeks but I managed to force myself to get over it and console myself with some good old fashioned retail therapy.  Hey, if Dr Phil endorses it, it must ok.   Anyway, so alas, I did not get my fix of Rhett and only a small glimpse of amazing Southern architecture, but it was fun anyway.

Tonight we are in Wilmington, North Carolina with has AMAZING seafood - Shano and I have already eaten 250 lobsters and thousands of shrimp done in 30 different ways.  Bloody delicious.  Grace is happy because the playground is just outside our door which means she can hang out with the squirrels and not her boring, mean parents.  Ooohhhh for Gracelene.  So easily pleased is our darling Gracie Lou.  I know she must be lonely because she keeps making friends with random grandparents in each park we stay at. She runs (or swims) up to them and says "Hi my name is Grace and I'm from Darwin in Australia".  They (being the random family Grace has selected) love it and sometimes invite her back for dinner. Hmmmmm, I wonder where she gets that from....... Shano perhaps?  Nothing like that on MY side of the family.

I am going to shoosh up now and post some photos.  Love you all.  xxxx