Tours with Faye

Tours with Faye

AUTUMN 2014 TWF

Publication2Faye Brown, tour coordinator for Tours With Faye, has a natural flair for finding fun and unique cultural experiences. She has organized remarkable and memorable adventures since 2005, and serves as your tour guide and travel companion on all of the trips.

Tours are open to the public and are perfect for friends getaways, single travelers, and family-and-friends vacations.

Click on the schedule image to download the Tours With Faye Upcoming Tour Schedule

Reservations

All Tours With Faye require reservations and we suggest making your reservation as early as possible to guarantee your space. Name, phone number and full payment is due with your reservation. Your space is confirmed only when we have received your payment. Payments can be made via phone (803-779-1971) with your Visa/MC, with cash, check or charge at the Lourie Center front desk, or by contacting Faye Brown.

Did You Know? Lourie Center members get a discounted rate on all day trips! (Member rates shown in bold) Join Faye and Friends for these wonderful excursions.

Questions for Faye? Email her here!

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“Twas the Night Before Christmas”

‘Twas           Weeks    before Christmas, as our bus traveled through the dark

Not a   fly      was      flying               , not even a lark;

The,       maps     were hung by the      door      , with care

in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The   Tourist    were nestled all snug their seats not their beds

While visions of   Grove Park Inn   danced in their heads;

And mamma in her   leggins         , and I in my cap,

Had just settled in for a long winters nap,

when out on the road there arose such a clatter,

we all sprang from our ,      seats            to see what was the matter.

Away to the       windows        we flew like a flash,

Tore open the       Visors               and threw up the sash.

When, what to our wondering     noses            should appear,

But a miniature       toboggan         , and eight tiny reindeer,

With a     pretty      old driver, so        agile              and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles her coursers they came, and she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; “Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the     mountain !               To the top of the wall!

Now    drive               quickly !        Dash away all!”

So up to the bus-top the         reindeer                   they flew,

With the sleigh full of    travel brochures    , and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a    second                 , I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my     breath                 , and was turning around,

Down the escape hatch came        Faye  Brown                        with a bound.

she was dressed all in           the latest toboggan fad          , from her head to her foot;

And her        shoes        were all tarnished with     road grime               and soot;

A bundle of      GPS   notes    she had flung on her back,

And she looked like     a  road warrior                just opening her pack.

Her eyes — how they  Twinkled              ! her          smile              how

merry! Her      cheeks              were like roses, her           nose         like

a cherry! Her    luscious ,                      lips                     were drawn up like a

bow, And the hair of her       head                                  was as white as the snow;

She had a     joyful ,        succulent face     and a little round belly,

That shook, when she laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

she was     happy       and      gay                 , a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw her, in spite of myself;

A    flick             of her         finger            and a twist of her head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

She    hesitated    not a    second    , but went straight to her work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying her    little pinkie                aside of her nose.

And giving a nod, up the chimney she rose;

She sprang to her    steering wheel  , to her team gave a whistle,

And away they all     soared                         like the down of a thistle.

But I heard her        laugh                           , ere she drove out of sight,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”