The Beach Club at Charleston Harbor Resort & Marina

One word: Paradise.

We were lucky enough to escape to The Beach Club at Charleston Harbor Resort for the weekend. Here’s what happened.

Saturday

8:01:01 AM: The chiming of my all too familiar alarm slowly reminded my groggy brain that today was the day. All that was left to do was tossing a week’s worth of clothes into my tiny gym bag, further perpetuating my indecisiveness. Man, I gotta kick that habit.

10:16 AM: My oh-so-indie playlist soothed my mind as the white stripes on the road guided me towards the coast.

11:05 AM: Green trees lining the driveway welcomed us to Charleston Harbor Resort & Marina. With 2 bags clasped between my fists, 3 outfits hangings of my forearm and a camera bag on my shoulders, I walked up the stairs towards the grandiose lobby.

11:06 AM: We met the concierge, who cheerfully circled our location on the property’s map, ensuring that we made our way to our private cabana before exploring the grounds.

11:06:17 AM: My heart beat at an accelerated rate as I imagined the view from the cabana.

11:09 AM: A loud shriek echoed throughout the 3rd floor. The shriek was mine. The beautiful wood floors under my feet paved the way past the fireplace on the left and massive bathroom on the right towards the sunlit patio off our King Deluxe suite. I pinched myself.

11:20 AM: With SPF 30 lathered on our skin (yes, mom, I do listen) and our chairs reclined a couple notches, I entered a state of pure bliss beneath our blue & white striped cabana.  

12 PM: I cheers-ed the piña colada in my right hand, perfectly cold & flavorful, against Peter’s refreshing Tropical Mule, then proceeded to dip my fingers into the pile of loaded chips sitting on the table between us, and I remembered how much I love kettle chips topped with scallions.

12:17 – 2 PM: …a wonderful blur of trips back and forth between the pool & our chairs, and a perfectly curated playlist dancing throughout speakers surrounding the resort.

2:15 PM: Round two. A Mudslide for him & a Rum Runner for me. *Clink*

5 PM: My sun-kissed skin took a break as I lounged on the chair on our patio, peering out at the ships passing through the harbor, guessing where they might be heading to.

6:45 PM: 3 chimes of the doorbell signaled the delivery of our dinner; filet mignon, a side of fries & a couple Coke’s (Diet for me, of course). The perfectly cooked meat melted in my mouth and I questioned how a resort could have such high quality food.

7:32 PM: We opted to take a sunset stroll along the grounds. Peter saw dolphins in the bay to our right, no more than 20 feet from the wooden dock we were walking along. We stood there hoping to see them again as the sun faded into shades of pink that are yet to be named by Crayola.

8:05 PM: With our minds in another dimension of relaxation, we headed towards the room where a bottle of prosecco and tin full of chocolate covered pretzels had sneakily been placed earlier in the day. I wondered how the hotel had been so attentive. And also, how they knew I loved surprises. 

8:07 PM: Peter popped open the bottle of prosecco and I ordered a slice of chocolate cake from the menu on our TV screen, which sat above our fireplace with rotating colored flames.

8:27 PM: A wave of panic came over me as I stood up to replenish my now empty glass. The sliding glass door was suddenly a lot harder to open… seemingly impossible…I locked us out.

8:34 PM: A maintenance worker came to our rescue, in response to my call for help from the patio. We shared a laugh then vowed to never touch the locks again.

9:45 PM: Our gigantic slice of chocolately goodness slowly diminished as Peter topped off the final bites. With Baby Mama in the background and fireplace flickering, I eased into my REM Cycle.

Sunday

7:29 AM: A table of food boasting incredible aromas was carefully wheeled into our room, with the sweetest staff member as the driver. We exchanged ‘good mornings’ before positioning the plates on the patio for our sunrise breakfast.

7:31 AM: I rekindled my love for pineapple juice.

9:00 AM: With full bellies, we ventured down to our cabana for day #2 of relaxation. I opted for the lounge chair in the sun while Pete napped on the couch covered from the sun.

11:01 AM: Fellow hotel guests gathered in the pool to cool off from the 90 degree morning. Groups of women traveling from up north discussed their upcoming flights home and I was reminded how lucky I am to be within driving distance of this paradise.

1:00 PM: With complete sadness, we packed up our belongings and made our way out of the resort & I questioned if I could somehow convince the resort to let me move in semi-permanently.

i mean if this didn’t seem like paradise, I don’t know what does.

I can’t tell you how many times I turned to Peter in awe of the fact that this resort was still in the US & not on some tropical island in the Atlantic. It was phenomenal. I highly recommend checking them out if you are ever coming to Charleston because it is just across the harbor from downtown Charleston, which means that we could still be tourists and explore downtown while also spending the days relaxing at this resort. Win win, baby.

Cheers!

xoxo - Katie

This post is in collaboration with Charleston Beach Resort. All opinions are my own.