Weddingbee Blog

When we were introduced to our hotel room, it became very clear that the attention to detail was not limited to the hotel’s front desk. We had a congratulations card and a half-bottle of champagne waiting for us, which pretty much served as a sumptuous cherry on top of a glorious, gorgeous room. Our room wasn’t overly spacious; however, what it may have lacked in square footage it more than made up for in amenities. The bathroom was huge, the closets had the ever-awesome hotel robes, and the bed, ohhh the bed. It was gigantic, and it had some of the most impressive linens I’ve ever experienced. This is the only equivalent I can think of:

Image via We Heart It; Art from Disney

After getting cleaned up for dinner, we headed downstairs to the hotel’s signature restaurant - The Peninsula Grill. As soon as we claimed our reservation, the hostess immediately responded with a, “Oh, hello Mr. and Mrs. Snow Cone! Congratulations on your wedding!” which impressed us, to say the least. As our dinner went on, though, it became clear that we were going to be impressed for the entirety of the evening. Every single staff member called us Mr. and Mrs. Snow Cone and offered their congratulations. We feasted on delicious seafood course after course, before finishing the meal with desserts that greeted us like this:

We left dinner the exact same way we left lunch - totally stuffed, totally satisfied, and totally impressed.

But we had more to accomplish after dinner than just digestion - Mr. Snow Cone had arranged a private carriage ride for us to enjoy! We walked out of the hotel and saw what would be touring us around the streets of Charleston.

That’s right, an illuminated pumpkin carriage. A little campy, for sure, but I was totally eating it up. I may have had a mild to severe obsession with Disney princesses in my younger years, so the opportunity to pretty much live Cinderella’s life for part of the evening was a nostalgic dream come true for me. Our ride around the city was very nice, with dozens of people pointing, taking pictures, yelling congratulations, and being totally jealous of our sweet ride. I mean, can you blame them?

The following day, we woke up, ready to get the next chapter of our honeymoon underway! After a leisurely breakfast of leftover dessert, we hopped into the car and drove about 20 minutes to a nearby barrier island called Isle of Palms. This picturesque little island became our stomping ground for the next week, with Wild Dunes serving as our home base. After checking in, we made a bee-line for the ocean, grabbing a quick lunch and a celebratory cocktail along the way.

That evening, we had dinner at the resort’s signature restaurant, Sea Island Grill. I’m not going to lie — we decided to eat here because we got a deal on a dinner package as a result of being guests at the resort. I kind of wrote that dinner off as one of our lower-key, potentially less memorable meals of the trip. I’m happy to report that I was 100% wrong on all fronts. Our meal at Sea Island Grill was utterly divine. I enjoyed she-crab bisque and the most tender steak I’ve ever had, while Mr. Snow Cone dined on a poached pear salad that he still won’t stop talking about and Grouper. Simply stated, we were blown away by Sea Island Grill and would gladly have eaten there multiple times during our stay.

We devoted most of Sunday to living the beach bum life, snoozing on towels and cooling off in the ocean. It was exactly the type of honeymoon we always wanted. No set schedule, no big responsibilities, no need to worriedly keep an eye on the time. Furthermore, our villa had virtually no cell phone service with AT&T. Despite the minor inconvenience this posed at times, I think it actually helped to further our relaxation and seclusion. No need (or ability) to check email, update Facebook, or call anyone. It was just me, Mr. Snow Cone, and the beach. Pure bliss.

After letting our brains turn to sun-friend mush, we popped over to Charleston to meet one of Mr. Snow Cone’s cousins and her husband for dinner. Mr. Snow Cone is supremely Italian, so it was only fitting that we dined at Monza, a little Italian restaurant with amazing pizza, while visiting with members of his family. With mozzarella and marinara running through our veins, we retired to Wild Dunes, completely unprepared for the turn of events the next 48 hours would bring.

What parts of your honeymoon made you feel like royalty?

(all photos personal unless otherwise noted)