And so Friday, my dream came true.
Currently we (my Florida and Vancouver families) are on holiday in South Carolina. Edward has a sweet hookup at a Disney Resort in Hilton Head and so Friday we did the drive up ‘North’.
It was such a pretty drive too. Lots of pine trees, spanish moss and such… Very green and pretty. And the further North we went, the cooler the air seemed to become. Mmmhmm, it was really enjoyable.
Somehow V made it the whole way. We kept telling him we were going to a super awesome playground. Everytime we stopped, thats what we told him to get him back in the car. It was about a 6 hour drive. We were all pretty over it by the time we arrived. And then we arrived.
Hilton Head, Disney resort and our 2 bedroom villa with a balcony overlooking a pool about 10 steps away from gorgeous wetlands…
Good work husband.
We were in so late, we decided to just cook in our little kitchen instead of eating out. We cooked, we drank, we caroused (in a family sort of way). We all slept like rocks.
Friday morning we woke up. Well, Edward and I woke up after being awake all night, kicked to splinters by Kicky McCougherson.
But that didn’t matter. Neither did the annoying discussions regarding shorts vs pants. We were going to SAVANNAH!!!!!!!!!!
Dream town for all people from the West Coast. And, oh MY GOSH, it’s true. So true.
Gloriously bricked, spanished mossed, cobble stoned, trolley’d and carriaged.
I think every single step I took might have been a historic one. Even the elevator I took was a historic elevator. Because it took us down to a funny back alley cobbled street that ended at the river. And the building was beautiful.
Things I think are beautiful:
Old brick structures with shadows of their neighbours still remaining.
Very faded paint on brick.
Girl Scout leaders.
Shrimp and grits in Savannah, GA
People with their shirts off, lounging on old dueling grounds.
Knowing that something was an old dueling ground.
I honestly feel like I just had a Disney princess wedding. Savannah was so beautiful, it literally was like a dream come true.
Let’s be honest. All West Coast people dream of the ‘South’ like it’s some sort of unobtainable thing. Like we will never get there. And honestly, it was not a place I thought I would. Moving to Florida was not something I was ever planning. But being here makes my Southern fantasies closer to reality. And then there was today.
And I can’t even put into words what it really was all about. It was bricky. Uneven. Dirty. Parts were super smelly, mostly exhaust from tour buses. There were a lot of awful touristy looking things. We rode a trolley and got a ‘historic’ tour. Terribly informative. I would recommened doing on of those ‘on and off’ tours which gives you a lot of freedom.
It was a huge jumble of history. Too much for one person to really full absorb in a few hours. I think it would have been way better to stay in the actual city. In a B&B, preferabley a historic one. Maybe even one with a ghost. A few hours does not at all even begin to illustrate what the city was about.
However, I can say very truely that I love it. It felt like Victoria enlarged. I felt at home. I must be a Southerner at heart.