Savannah - Day 1

Vacation was incredible. I've never felt so relaxed. At one point we were on the beach and I asked Blair what time is was. "Don't know," he said, without opening his eyes. "Does it matter?" It didn't, and that's exactly how vacation should be.

I took reams of paper with me in case the urge to write the great American Novel should strike while I roamed streets dripping in Spanish moss. It didn't, but I did end up taking some notes on our time spent in Savannah and then on Jekyll Island. I'll spend the next several days filling in some of the high (and low) lights.

Neither of us like to spend time in the car. Me because I get bored and cranky and my husband because he has to sit next to me while I'm bored and cranky. So we do all we can to make sure I'm unconscious for as much of the drive as possible.

It's 6 hours to Savannah from where we live. On Sunday we arose at 4:30 am and were on the road by 5:32 (Blair pointing out that we were 2 minutes behind schedule). I slept on and off until we stopped for breakfast around 9. This is a great strategy. Breakfast makes you think you're still just starting out but we already had more than half the drive behind us at this point. Little road tip for you.

We arrived in Savannah just after noon, parked the car, and then walked. And walked. And walked some more. Savannah, with its many squares, is made for walking. We easily walked 4-5 miles that afternoon. Oh, and we ate. And that sums up our first day. We ate and we walked.

And we had a great room. We stayed at the Foley House Inn, rated one of ten most romantic inns in the country by Vacation magazine. It was built in 1896 and doesn't allow kids--my kind of place. I spent a lot of time out on our balcony watching people walk their dogs and again, loving that Spanish moss.

I will say Savannah is perhaps the dog-friendliest city I've ever been to. EVERYONE had their dogs out, all breeds, all shapes and sizes. Didn't matter if we were at Forsyth Park, City Market, the Riverfront, or anywhere else. Everywhere there were dogs. Loved it.

We collapsed into bed (after enjoying a joint soak in the jetted tub) and awoke to a dawning sun outside our canopy windows. Life was ours to enjoy. Until we tried to get out of bed and realized every muscle in our legs was cramped from the stupendous amount of walking we had been congratulating ourselves on only the day before. Age will get you.

Continued tomorrow...