As part of our adoption home study, we had to go to Savannah to meet with our case worker. Ok, so technically we could have paid her mileage to meet us somewhere in between our house and Savannah, but I’ve been wanting to go to Savannah since we moved here, and this was a great excuse.
We drove to Savannah, had some lunch, and Wayne and the girls (and the dogs!) checked in the hotel while I had my interview with the case worker. It had rained all the way there, but the sun came out as soon as my interview was done! We headed downtown and signed up for a trolley tour, to get an overview of the sights.
We exited the trolley tour towards the end, so we could walk down River Street and check things out there. While Wayne carried the camera around all afternoon, we took not one single picture.
We decided to eat dinner at The Pirate House (even though, for the record, I wanted to go to Mrs. Wilkes’). The best thing about it was the cut out pirate costume that was given to each child, and I whipped out my phone to take pictures of us.
Saturday morning, after Wayne’s interview with the case worker, we headed back down to the historic area to take a tour of the Davenport House. We enjoyed hearing about the history of the house and its former occupants. We managed to take one exciting photo in the garden:
As soon as it was over, we had to book it back to the hotel in order to check out by noon. (We sorta missed noon by a few minutes, but the clerk didn’t give us any trouble about it. Of course, I was worried that he would and Wayne was sure it would be just fine.)
And then we were beach bound! Tybee Island is the closest beach to Savannah, but they don’t allow dogs on the beach, so we headed up to Hilton Head. It was a perfect afternoon.
After a couple of hours of playing in the sand, dipping toes in the very cold ocean, and walking along the beach, we went to eat at The Salty Dog Cafe. It was a fun atmosphere and we enjoyed eating in view of the water.
We walked out of the restaurant, gave the dogs some leftover fish and a quick walk on the grass, and loaded everyone in the car for the trip home. Punched in “home” on the GPS and…got the response “route not found.”
We laughed and put it in again.
“Route not found.”
A teensy bit of frustration ensued, considering we had used the GPS to get us to the restaurant and didn’t really know where we were or how to get back to a main road. There is no interstate that runs between our city and the beach (which has never made sense to me…), so it wasn’t a matter of finding the blue sign for the interstate. We finally decided to drive towards the mainland, at least, and once we were off the island, the GPS was able to calculate a route home. Apparently, it was baffled by the fact that we were on an island.
It was a really nice trip. I’m glad to have seen Savannah, although I don’t think it is as pretty or as interesting as Charleston. The trolley guide told us that hundreds of historic homes were torn down a few decades ago, so maybe that’s why I didn’t find it as pretty.
After church on Sunday, I set about unpacking. As I moved the suitcase, I noticed that something was in the outside pocket. I didn’t remember putting anything in there, but I opened it and immediately burst out laughing when I found this…
Remember the list of things that Abby left at camp?
Here they are. Found. (Except for the hairbrush. That must have gone home with someone else.)
Oh, and in case you were wondering, if you seal a wet washcloth in a ziplock bag, it will still be wet when you open the bag 3 months later. Also, it will not smell good. At all.