When I first arrived in the South, I bought sunglasses. That automatically ensured that the sun would not shine. So then I bought an umbrella with the same mindset. And for a while it worked. So, while very overcast, there was no rain in Savannah.
This is my second time here, and I really dig it. To this Yankee, it’s exotic. I’m charmed by the history and the Spanish moss and the parks. I sat on many benches and watched people walk by.
And then there’s the architecture.
And the Mercer House…
I don’t know–am I excited because this is a famous house, or because John Cusack stood right here during filming? I leave it to the reader to decide.
So I find dining in new places to be a stressful situation. I spend time in the moment looking on TripAdvisor and Yelp and trying to read each review. All the while, I get hungrier. And then I can’t make a decision. And eventually all hell breaks lose and I end up stuffing my face with the wrong thing or going hungry. Luckily, I didn’t hit the wall too hard in Savannah. I ate at District Café, right downtown.
I ordered a beer at 11:59 because, you know, vacation. A crotchety old couple bellied up to the counter right next to me. There were sooo many other spots to sit. But they cuddled with me. Fine. Then they ordered a coffee and an unsweet tea. (Why go to the South if you’re not going to sweeten it up?! I instantly didn’t trust them.) They were rude and dismissive to the nice woman behind the counter. Then they started to fight outright. Apparently she does everything, including all of the vacation research. He apparently doesn’t do anything and doesn’t care. They were ancient. This is clearly not a new conversation. So why did she get so huffy? When they finally left to go be miserable somewhere else, I turned to the guy next to me and said, “They were such a lovely couple.” He simply pointed to some art on the wall.
Touché, dude. Also, I’ll be stitching this little number up when I get home.
Anyway, great city, crazy walkways, head shake–inducing kitsch, and a pretty sweet art school.
And the amazing smell of pralines along the waterfront.
Yes, I’m a fan of Savannah. Not sure I could live here, but it’s fun to visit. Next stop: Beaufort!