On our second day in Savannah, we move on to a new place to rest our heads. The outside of the Thunderbird Inn resembles every travel postcard that I’ve seen from the 1960s. It’s known as the “hippest hotel in Savannah.” Oldies music is softly piped in the parking lot, outside the grounds. The lobby is the first dose of fun with its brightly colored plastic chairs. A darling handmade sign offers free lemonade and popcorn to guests. Continue reading Sweet Savannah: Travel Post Day Two (Part II)
As usual, I wake up before my sleeping K. I scroll through my phone and fidget as long as I can before I can no longer take it. I think it is possible I might die of boredom by the time he gets up so I’ll have to find something to entertain myself. Our room is messy—a reflection of a late night, early morning and a bottle of wine. The suitcases are on the floor, spread open like novels, clothes strewn throughout the room. I throw open the French doors and head out in my pajamas. My hair is standing on end, but I don’t care. I am embracing my Mom’s philosophy that stuck when I was a fat seventeen year old, afraid to venture out to the beach in a swimsuit. She said, “To Hell with them, Sarah. None of these people will ever see you again. Life’s too short.” I grab my camera off the nightstand before wandering out, “to Hell with them.”
This will be the only hour of the day that isn’t sweltering. I will even venture to claim that it “feels good.” It is blissfully quiet. Silence only echoes this way after a night of revelry. The sky is a suggestive soft pink; it holds the promise of happiness after several of my darker weeks. Lately, I’ve been confused and restless, but this morning on the river feels better, more meaningful. It isn’t manufactured calm like when my bones loosen after swallowing one of my anxiety pills. It doesn’t feel like I’m swimming underwater and everyone else is speaking to me in garbled voices. A group runs along the river, and there is a decisive rhythm to their steps. I lean on the rail and watch a tugboat churn down the river, slow and stubborn like a bumblebee. Our neighbor comes out on their balcony, and her face is puffy, swollen with sleep. I imagine I look the same way, and we nod at each other. She stands closely enough that I could reach across and touch her, but instead of contrived small talk, we both are anchored, silently watching the boat until it disappears behind a building. I run inside and wake up Kelly to tell him mercilessly what he’s missed. “You’re wasting your day,” I admonish like an old Grandmother. Continue reading Sweet Savannah: Travel Post Day Two (Part I)
I can’t believe Kelly and I celebrated our two year anniversary last week! Time does fly when you’re having fun. While we’ve faced a lot of hard times together this year with different health issues, through those difficult moments, I think we’ve both gained an even stronger appreciation for our marriage and friendship. There is no one I would rather have by my side throughout my life.
We both love traveling, and Kelly planned a wonderful vacation for us. We focused our trip on several southern cities. In Georgia, we spent the most time in Savannah, and then had a brief stopover in Helen. We also spent an evening and a day in Charleston, South Carolina. This was my third visit to Savannah and Kelly’s first. Years ago, I read John Berendt’s Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, and after, I had to visit. Even though it was my third time, I would go a fourth time in a heartbeat! Savannah is one of my favorite cities I’ve visited, and I’m convinced it’s the most beautiful city in the south. There is so much to do, and Kelly and I found tons of things to explore that I hadn’t seen in my two previous visits. Of course, there were also some old favorites that I went back to see, too. I’d also been to Charleston once before, but that time, I had strictly done the beach so I was excited to go with Kelly (his first visit) and explore more of the city. We had both never been to Helen, Georgia, and what a treat that turned out to be! I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I’d never even known there were mountains in Georgia. I guess I should probably look at a map once in a blue moon since middle school. I’m most ashamed because I love Georgia so much. Every time I visit or even pass through that state, I find the people to be the most gracious I’ve met. I think the state is beautiful, and there is so much history there. There’s always been something that speaks to me in Georgia, and I’d gladly move or retire there someday. Continue reading Sweet Savannah: Travel Post Day One