Here’s a cute picture David took of me writing “I love Sean” on the beach.
As you may have surmised from the comments two posts ago, I took David to Savannah on Wednesday–almost exactly a year after my trip with Dawn and Sam. I have now been to that city three times, each time within the span of a day. Someday I’d like to go back and spend more time, with at least one night’s stay in a bed and breakfast or luxury hotel, and just explore and enjoy the sights and shopping and other experiences in relaxation instead of a hurry.
As always, there are pictures.
I’m getting the impression that Savannah is a “girly town”, because David really got bored on River Street. (Sam? Care to venture an opinion?)
Regardless, we both enjoyed visiting my favorite candy shop and sampling the praline candy. Mmm-mmm-mmm. I remembered how last year we bought a huge box of the stuff and had it all gone by the next day…but this time money was a little tight, so I didn’t buy anything.
After spending far less time than I’d expected in historic downtown Savannah, and then walking the length of River Street, David was ready to head out to try and find a beach. We drove off in the wrong direction, then turned around and miraculously found our way to the beautiful Tybee Island. After a brief stop to admire a lighthouse, we picked our way down onto the beach.
I was wearing shorts, and I’d already taken my sneakers and socks off to walk in the sand barefoot, so it wasn’t much of a stretch for me to run gleefully out into the water. My pants got thoroughly soaked. The water was warm and foamy and beautiful. You can’t help but feel as if you’re part of something when you’re standing there, rushing tide pounding your legs and sucking the sand out from under your feet, bright sun shining overhead and sky clear and stretching out forever. I wanted to swim…but unfortunately I’d worn a rather nice shirt that I didn’t want to ruin, so I had to content myself with wading.
Between jaunts, I convinced David to throw off his shoes, roll up his jeans, and do some splashing around of his own.
He too got soaked, and his jeans took quite a bit longer than my khaki shorts to dry.
I am so glad that we went to the ocean. If I ever plan my days-long excursion to Savannah, I will seriously consider staying on Tybee Island.
The first half, anyway.
This links you to the main “Trips” folder, in which all the pictures currently live. Note that there aren’t any pictures in the second folder…yet! [All pictures are now up. -9:50]
Aunt Bev (trying to get into the habit of calling her Aunt Chris, but it’s hard!) will be sifting through these pictures for a week!
Edit: I’ll leave this old post up for posterity, but that link is dead and the photos now live here.