Adventure to Savannah

Patrick decided to surprise me with a little weekend trip to Savannah to make up for the slight disaster that was our six-month wedding anniversary in April. (that is, the kitten getting poisoned, spending $800 to save him, the car breaking down halfway between Atlanta and Savannah and spending $500 to tow it and another $1000 to fix it, and then finding out that his grandmother died) So, we had a grand eight-month anniversary to make up for it! And it was lovely. No unfortunate events on the drive or during our stay. We ate lots of delicious Thai food at Saigon on Broughton, got caught in a crazy storm, explored a beautiful cemetery, and had some fun at the beach.

I only had 24 hours to get ready to go (Patrick told me about it on Tuesday night and we left Thursday morning), so what did I do? I decided to make myself a sundress. I knew it would be very hot and humid, and I don't really have many nice lightweight sundresses (I'm still re-developing my warm-weather wardrobe, as this is only the second summer I've been in the south since I moved back here from five years in Scotland), so I took a heap of red cotton and threw one together. I would say I'm happy enough to wear it, but it isn't one of my best. I was in a hurry (had to pack, too) so I took too many shortcuts and I fit it to my dressform instead of to myself. My dressform is marginally bigger than me, but enough so that the dress hangs funny in the bodice and looks a bit odd and saggy. Needless to say, now that I am back home, I'm going to take it in and hopefully doing so will make it more wearable.



I was really excited that we got the opportunity to explore Bonaventure Cemetery this time around. We've been to Savannah a few times but have never ventured outside of the historic district other than to go to Tybee Island. But I'd heard about the cemetery from a ghost tour guide and really was curious about this place that she described as being much better than the cemetery that is inside the historic district. (next to St John's Cathedral) Indeed, even Johnny Mercer of Charade fame is buried there! It did have some very pretty statuary, and the setting was completely lovely and serene...all Spanish moss and drapey trees and slightly derelict old statuary with missing fingers.




We also made it out to the Tybee Island beach, which was fun. I am not much of a beach/ocean swimmer myself (I love swimming, but ocean water grosses me out a little bit), but Patrick really wanted to do it and I did end up enjoying it. We encountered a lovely summer thunderstorm which ended up producing the loveliest rainbow and drove the crowds away, which was perfect!

Speaking of Thunderstorms, we got caught in quite a violent one on Thursday night. We were having dinner and had just paid when we noticed that the wind was picking up and there was an occasional flicker of lightening. As we walked outside, we looked up and saw a black cloud encroaching upon the sunset and we decided that we needed to hurry up and walk back to the hotel. As luck would have it, literally as we turned the corner to the street our hotel was on, the bottom fell out and within thirty seconds we were soaked through. It was rather embarrassing walking into the lobby of a fancy hotel in a white muslin blouse...soaked. When we got to our room we watched the storm from our 12th floor balcony, which was spectacular.



The forcast had predicted mostly sunny skies all weekend, so it caught us completely by surprise!