Our Story

I started A Weekend in the Lowcountry after years of obsessively dragging friends and family to Charleston and the surrounding areas shortly around the pandemic.

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I think something awakened in me. The values that had been planted over time were beginning to take shape in their own expression: lineage, legacy, curiosity.

 

Suddenly, all of the Gullah Geechee festivals my mother took me to as a child, the dialects I heard, and the meals I ate at family gatherings in South Carolina began to make sense. The joy was a catalyst. It was an awakening.

 

I saw myself. I saw my family. I saw history made palpable.

I felt spiritually connected. Then, seeing my Father's surname on so many signs, roads, and buildings throughout the region made me feel even more certain that there was something here for me to follow.

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I also believe that we, as a people, deserve rest and retreat. And I began to wonder: Could we experience that in a place we helped build?

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So many people associate the Lowcountry only with pain. But somehow, people like me also see greatness. Resilience. The ability to overcome and still thrive. We see living traditions, laughter, beauty, and possibility.

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And for me, there was a sense of entitlement. Yes, entitlement. The belief that I could create an experience around this place and invite others into it, relentlessly and with intention.

 

I created A Weekend in the Lowcountry because I wanted to offer something I felt was missing: travel that honors the fullness of Black culture, welcomes people into meaningful connection with place, and still feels beautiful, easeful, and deeply considered. My hope is that every guest leaves with memories, insight, and a stronger relationship to the region than they had before.