Have you ever noticed it takes time to recover from a vacation? Bob and I had just five, wonderful days away, but they were full days and I have been plain exhausted since our return. Too exhausted to even formulate a thought it seems.
Savannah is hands down my favorite place to go. Well, at least so far. It isn’t like I’ve been to hundreds of places for comparison. But to date…it is Savannah. One of the appeals, and it isn’t limited to just Savannah but to most of the south, is the friendliness of the people. No one seems to be in a rush or closed off. Everyone is taking their time and glad to meet you and sit a spell to talk. How can one not love that?
Then there is the food. I think we spent the majority of our time there eating. To their famous candy shops on River Street to the fabulous seafood on Tybee Island of course to the BBQ joints to be found everywhere…there is food. We had toyed with the idea of eating lunch at The Lady and Sons one afternoon but opted against it because they do not take reservations for a party under 10 and we were not about to waste a couple of hours of our valuable time waiting in line for a table. We walked by there and there were dozens of people willing to do just that. One thing Bob and I are not is celebrity chasers. We figured we could get a good fried chicken just about anywhere without the hassle. I’m sure Paula Deen is a lovely lady…we just didn’t want to use up precious time in a line.
I had not realized how desperately I needed a vacation until we got there. We arrived and stress seemed to just slip off of me like a glove. The whole trip went about without a hitch. Oh, and our car rental was a Chrysler 300. Now…I drive a Chrysler Pacifica which for me is doing it up. But the 300 was COMFY. Leather interior and Sirius stereo and all the other little extras. For the first day we were feeling like little snots driving that car around. By day two we were saying how the car wasn’t a bit practical. We are tightwads to the end. LOL
There were so many stories that happened along the way with this trip. People stories. Mostly good… some with sadness. The sad is regardless of the city you will find homelessness. When I see it my heart aches and remembers. My own homelessness was so luxurious compared to so many others. But that is for another day to tell.
This trip was such a blessing and I thank God for the abundance of those blessings. From the weather being perfect right down to the small things like finding parking spots close to where we were going in every situation. I will try to remember to tell more in days ahead but for now I am still fighting fatigue and the windchimes are calling to me on the deck beckoning me to pull up a chair and be lulled into sleep.
A picture of the fountain at Forsyth Park.
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