The Real Travel Influencers: Books and Movies, of course

While driving home to South Carolina from the Atlanta airport last week, I passed on an opportunity that has me kicking myself this week. Before leaving the terminal building, I carefully plugged “home” into my GPS and set out.  However, while exiting the airport I found myself in the wrong lane with no prospect for getting myself over to the correct one before it was too late. Immediately, my GPS re-routed me adjusting my estimated travel time from 4 hours to 4 1/2 hours. I thought about taking an exit to turn myself around in an effort  to get back to the airport and the original route. But, I decided 30 extra minutes was not going to make too huge of a dent in my day, so I settled in for the drive home.

Somewhere along I-20 heading towards Augusta, Georgia, I stopped for lunch – at Chick-fil-A, of course. (When in the South and when in Georgia in particular, right?) Once I got back on the road, my GPS changed its mind and decided that, indeed, I needed to head home via I-16 after all. It immediately took me off the interstate and began sending me south along some of Georgia’s back highways to I-16. The scenery was magnificent – all lush and green forests and fields. I was thoroughly enjoying my decision to just give myself over to the GPS’ whims until it directed me to make the sixth turn onto a different road. By this time, I was off state highways and driving along county roads. While I was driving on paved roads, they were roads with no markings painted on them.

I was starting to think about how far I was getting out in the “back woods” of Georgia on the route. Just about the time I was marveling that my phone was still streaming music in the middle of what felt like “No Where, Georgia,” Pandora lost its signal. As the GPS signal lost its map data, I began to wonder if we still carried a road atlas tucked back with the spare tire. I was probably not much more than an hour or so outside of the metro Atlanta area, but I had no idea where I was or where I was supposed to be going. I came to an intersection, and saw a sign wanting me to turn left for the “Original Whistle Stop Cafe.” The GPS wanted me to continue straight, so I paused for a moment to consider my options.

Much of the traveling Todd and I do tends to be influenced by books and movies. The list of places in the world I still want to see is heavily shaped by both books I read and films I saw decades ago, as well as more recent offerings. You can find many articles and blogs listing the “best movies and books to inspire travel,” and I’m not sure I know the “best” options, but I do know what has inspired my wanderlust over the years. My list is always a “working” list, and it is long. But here are a few of our favorite places we have been, and a few places where we intend to go, that have been inspired by books and movies:

Death on the Nile (1978)

Death on the Nile is one the first movies I remember seeing that made me want to see the story’s setting for myself. It’s an adaptation of one of Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot novels. The plot involves the murder of a young newlywed heiress who is sailing with her new husband on a luxurious cruise down the Nile River. Naturally, all the passengers on board have a motive for the murder and Poirot must find the killer before the boat arrives at its destination.

Early in the movie, the heiress and her new husband tour sites in Egypt including the Great Pyramids, the Sphinx, and the temples at Abu Simbel and Karnak, and I remember being mesmerized by the images on the screen as a young girl. I immediately wanted to travel to Egypt and see these wonders for myself, and I still do. In recent years, Egypt has been rife with political upheaval, demonstrations, and terrorist activity. Naturally, Egypt’s once popular tourism industry has taken a severe hit as a result. Lately I’m beginning to read articles about travelers slowly returning to the country, but travel warnings continue to caution against certain areas in Egypt, including the Sinai Peninsula and the Western Desert. We will get there one day – maybe just not right now.

Under the Tuscan Sun (2003)

Seriously, who doesn’t want to impulsively purchase a villa in Tuscany and painstakingly restore it? The entire plot of Under the Tuscan Sun is straight-up, middle-aged woman porn, and Diane Lane embodies the fantasy for all of us so well on the screen.

Tuscany is lavishly splashed across the screen all through the movie, and it is stunningly beautiful. But to me, the scene stealer in the movie is the Amalfi Coast. Once Frances visited Positano with Marcello, I knew where I was going. When Todd and I finally got there a couple of years ago, it absolutely lived up to my expectations. The Amalfi Coast is quite possibly one of the loveliest places we have ever visited.

A Walk in the Woods:  Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail (1998)

I loved this book, and have wanted to hike the Appalachian Trail ever since I first read it. I love Bill Bryson’s sense of humor. He is a delight to read. I do have to say that I skipped over the movie that was released a few years ago based on A Walk in the Woods. It garnered mediocre reviews, and I had enjoyed the story so much that I didn’t want the movie to tarnish my memories of the book nor my ambition to hike along the trail one day.

Same Time, Next Year (1978)

Same Time, Next Year is a movie I’ve seen more times than I can count. If you can overlook the fact that the couple the story-line has you rooting for is actually engaged in an extra-marital affair, it’s a delightful comedy/drama film. Originally a Tony Award winning play, most of the movie’s scenes are staged as interiors. When the story finally moves the action outside, however, it is a spectacular view. The view took my breath away the first time I saw it, and it never left me.

The movie’s exteriors were filmed at Heritage House Inn  in Little River, California which lies on the coast in Mendocino County. Today the inn is operating and actually features a “Same Time, Next Year” cottage available for booking. Todd and I stopped for a lovely breakfast and look around the grounds while on a trip along the Pacific Coast Highway. The views did not disappoint even all those many years later.

Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Although a television show rather than a movie, Game of Thrones delivers locations worth visiting and experiencing first hand like nothing else on the small screen. With filming locations that include Ireland, Canada, Croatia,  Iceland, Malta, Morocco, and Spain, visiting all the worthy locations featured on the show could be a full-time job. In fact an entire cottage industry of bloggers who are on the GoT trail has popped up everywhere. I’ve long wanted to travel to Croatia, and watching GoT has only served to heighten that desire in me. I look forward to when we finally get there one day soon. Who wouldn’t want to go to King’s Landing?

The Mystery of Mont Saint-Michel by Michel Rouzé (1955)

For as long as I can remember, my mom, a teacher, would tell us about Mont Saint-Michel. She’d learned about it from a children’s book she read with her second grade students. As I remember, she never really shared the book’s narrative with us so much, as she would just tell us about the power of the island’s tides. With a bit of research, I think I’ve narrowed down the book in question to The Mystery of Mont Saint-Michel. My parents rarely traveled, but my mom always talked about wanting to see Mont Saint-Michel, and we finally made the journey to the coast of France with my parents when they came to visit our family while we were living in Europe.

Mont Saint-Michel is our favorite place in the world. I’m sure that has something to do with my mom and the happy memory of a near perfect day that we all shared there together, and also because of the island’s beauty that is absolute. From the castle to the picturesque French countryside that surrounds the island, the views are so striking that they stay with you long after you leave.

Fried Green Tomatoes (1991)

The Whistle Stop Cafe in Juliette, GA

As I came to that intersection in rural Georgia and saw the sign wanting me to turn left for the “Original Whistle Stop Cafe,” I didn’t know where I was exactly, and had just happened upon the area quite by accident. I thought about how many times I’ve seen Fried Green Tomatoes over the years, and how much I also enjoyed the book on which the movie is based. It’s not the kind of movie that has a stunning backdrop that draws you in. But rather, I have a comfortable familiarity with the setting having seen the images on the screen so many, many times, and the cafe plays a major role in the movie’s story.

Reading up on Juliette, Georgia and the cafe later, I discovered that the original The Whistle Stop Cafe building was a general store that opened in 1927 and served the community until 1972. The building was rented out for many years afterwards and housed various businesses. When Hollywood came knocking, it was home to an antique shop. After the filming concluded, the owner along with a partner, decided to open up The Original Whistle Stop Cafe in the building.

I should have stopped in and I can’t believe I didn’t! But instead, I continued driving home figuring I was already 30 minutes behind my time. If I find myself in that neck of the woods again, I won’t be passing it by. In fact, now that I know it’s there, I’m probably going to have to make a special trip one of these days. After all, they probably have really good pie.

A Charleston Weekend- Eat, Stay, and the High Water Festival

A few years ago I was driving cross-country to drop my youngest off at college when I first heard Hozier’s song, “Take Me to Church.” Hozier, a musician who hails from Ireland, and his debut song, that has a distinctly bluesy feel, hooked me straightaway. After setting up my daughter in her dorm, I drove home and immediately set up a “Hozier” station on Pandora.

Around my house – whether I’m working, relaxing, cooking, etc. – I tend to always have some background noise. (Hmm…I suppose I don’t like to be left alone with my own thoughts for very long, and prefer the distraction?)  Sometimes it is a television tuned to some movie or show that I’ve seen so many times that I don’t have to pay attention to it, or more often, it is music. After dropping off my daughter at college, I spent a good deal of time playing my new Hozier station in my newly empty-nest.

If I had to apply a label to my musical tastes for most of my adult life, I’d have defined myself as a classic rock aficionado. Although, I’ve certainly spent a good many years driving teenagers around, listening to whatever music kept them happy in the car. As a result, I’m fairly well versed in music from bands like Disturbed and Linkin Park, and I’m quite a fan of Staind. I know the lyrics to far TOO MANY Taylor Swift songs, and both Kesha’s “Tik Tok and “Self Esteem by The Offspring will be on my funeral soundtrack. However, many of the artists that Pandora was curating for me on my new Hozier station really resonated with me in a new and exciting way.

As I listened to Pandora and a song would catch my ear, I’d glance up to see who the artist was. When I found myself glancing up during several different songs by the same artist or band, I figured I must like their music and would begin to do some research on them – their tour schedule, albums, etc. Before long, Todd and I found ourselves becoming big fans of many of these artists – The Head and The Heart, City and Colour, Iron and Wine, The Avett Brothers, Margo and the Nuclear So and So’s, The Civil Wars, Mandolin Orange, Gregory Alan Isakov, along with many others and Hozier, of course. We also started attending concerts every chance we got with our new empty-nester free time, and were fortunate to see many of these artists perform live. Todd and I may have arrived late to the indie music party, but now that we are here, we are developing into bona-fide groupies. This led us to jump at the chance to attend the High Water Festival and enjoy a wonderful weekend of food and music in Charleston, South Carolina recently.

Charleston, always a popular destination, has become a much deserved hot-hot destination in the last several years. Located roughly at the mid-point on South Carolina’s coast line, Charleston is rich in history, and its historic districts and cobblestone streets can’t help but draw you in. From harbor views, to beautifully preserved architecture, and outstanding restaurants, you can’t go wrong with a visit to this lovely and extremely friendly city. Our time in Charleston was limited and specifically structured around the High Water Festival, but for more information about things to do and planning a stay in Charleston see here.

Our Charleston Lodging – NotSo Hostel

Lodging in Charleston, especially in the popular downtown area, can be very expensive. Knowing we would be spending most of our time in Charleston at the festival, we chose to stick with more modest accommodations. The NotSo Hostel fit the bill for us perfectly. Located in a vibrant downtown neighborhood, it is very walk-able to restaurants, businesses, and shops that boast a very local flair, and is convenient to many of the more well-traveled areas of the city.

The NotSo Hostel hosts two locations in the Cannonborough/Elliotborough neighborhood in downtown – a main location on Spring Street and the annex location on Cannon Street. We reserved a room at the Annex. The Annex has only private rooms with a shared kitchen and bathrooms along with a common sitting area. The main location boasts suites, private rooms, and dorm room spaces in addition to the shared kitchen and common space. With fewer rooms in the Annex, it tends to be a quieter stay.

Hotels in the Charleston area easily command $250 a night or more in weekend rates. In comparison, the NotSo Hostel rates are much easier on the wallet. Dorms run $32 a night on weekends, while private rooms at each location will cost $78 – $85. A Suite with private bath will set you back roughly $100. Parking – often hard to come by in downtown Charleston – is included.

Our presence at the NotSo Hostel Annex certainly raised the average age of weekend hostel guests, but none the less, our stay was very enjoyable. The rooms were clean and decorated well with all the necessary comforts. The check-in process was extremely easy and streamlined. Our credit card was charged two days before our stay, and a code to unlock the front door was emailed to us one day prior enabling us to head directly to the Annex for a 2 PM check-in, and begin our weekend fun.

One thing I most appreciated about the NotSo Hostel was my introduction to sleeping with ear plugs. The hostel is located in a buzzing part of downtown, and naturally some street noise does drift up to the rooms. A bowl of ear plugs is provided in each of the guest rooms, so on a whim I decided to give them a try. I’ve been sleeping with earplugs almost every night since – game changer.

*For more information about NotSo Hostel see here.

Our Charleston Eats

Prohibition – King Street

Within easy walking distance of the NotSo Hostel Annex, we arrived at Prohibition on Saturday afternoon just in time to make the tail end of the brunch service. We were glad we did. The atmosphere is outstanding, and we began our meal with a cocktail – I wholeheartedly recommend the raspberry peach belini! We enjoyed our meals ordering:  Shrimp and Grits; Corned Beef Hash; and Chicken & Biscuits along with their Grass-Fed Angus Burger.  Delicious food and superb service! I will head back to Prohibition to enjoy their bar and dinner menu soon, but it’s a good choice for any time of day!

*For more information about Prohibition see here.

Hominy Grill – Rutledge Street

Todd and I have been to Hominy Grill before and were highly anticipating another leisurely Sunday morning breakfast.

Be prepared to wait for a table! I don’t often like to wait for seating. I’m usually too hungry for much delaying. However, I will always wait for as long as it takes to eat at Hominy Grill.

We arrived on Sunday morning around eleven and the wait was 1 hour.  (Interestingly, many of the restaurant patrons were wearing High Water wrist bands along with us!) There is very little seating available in the waiting area, so the crowd spills out into the street in front of the building. They do have a bar window where you can purchase drinks to enjoy while you wait for your table. However, be prepared to stand in line for the bar service as well.

I honestly think you can order anything off the Hominy Grill menu, and you will leave happy. However, on the menu pay special attention to the Charleston Nasty Biscuit – with a fried chicken breast, sausage gravy, and cheese. You also cannot go wrong with the Slow Smoked Pork Belly Grit Bowl with farm egg & cheddar cheese. And finally whatever you do, never pass on the She Crab Soup – YUM!

*For more information about Hominy Grill see here.

High Water Festival

The High Water Festival’s inaugural year was 2017, and it’s success has so far propelled it into at least 2019. Billed as “A Celebration of Music, Food, and Libations,” the festival truly celebrates the spirit of Charleston offering a little bit for everyone. The music is naturally showcased, but through the Low Tide Social, the festival’s kick-off party, and Pass the Peas, a brunch showcasing local chefs and their favorite dishes, the best of Southern Cuisine is placed center-stage as well. Rounding out the low country festival experiences are opportunities to attend oyster education classes to learn everything you may want to know about this regional favorite.

Naturally what mainly drew Todd and I to the festival was the lineup of music artists. Curated by Shovels & Rope, a folk duo who hail from Charleston, the 2018 lineup was not to be missed:  Jason Isbell and The 400 Unit, Brandi Carlile, St. Paul and the Broken Bones, Jeff Tweedy, Shakey Graves, Band of Horses, and of course, Shovels and Rope among many, many others. The music was fantastic. Throughout the weekend we enjoyed both the artists we already love and have previously seen perform live, and we were exposed to many artists who were new to us. We loved all of it!

Staged at Riverfront Park in North Charleston, the Festival was very well run:  The stands selling food and libations were plentiful. The grounds provided adequate space for the crowd, and they remained free of trash and debris the entire weekend. Parking was convenient, and traffic flowed well during both arrival and departure times each day. As luck would have it for us, both days of  High Water 2018 boasted perfect festival weather – which always helps.

As most music festivals go, ticket prices for High Water are steep. They offer an early bird tiered rate for tickets depending on the date of purchase.  An even steeper VIP ticket with special perks is offered each year as well. (The VIP area had upgraded portable toilets… might just be worth it?) Particularly admirable is a community volunteer program the festival employs for folks who don’t have the available funds to purchase a ticket. Volunteer opportunities in the Charleston area are offered to those who sign up for the limited number of slots. Upon completion of the community service, a High Water ticket is earned. A great program!

*To keep tabs on upcoming information for the 2019 High Water Festival see here.

Between our very pleasant stay at the NotSo Hostel, some top-notch restaurant choices, and the 2018 High Water Festival, Todd and I enjoyed a perfect Charleston weekend. We’ll be back again next year, and are eagerly awaiting the release of the 2019 artist lineup next fall. Come April 13-14, 2019, you will know where to find us! …and maybe with access to the upgraded toilets?

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