Needless to say, my view of life south of the Mason Dixon is somewhat limited, and thus I was game when George suggested we stop in Savannah—where he’d spent some time years earlier—on our recent trek back up the coast from the Keys. After a pleasant night in a terrifying Motel 6 ($43.99! How could I resist?) where Duke patrolled the room waiting for burglars, where George nearly ripped the screeching window air unit out of the wall, and where I had a big “I told you so” moment when we woke up to cops sniffing around the parking lot…where was I going with this? Oh yeah, after surviving a night in all of that unspeakable glory we decided to spend the morning checking out Georgia’s oldest city.
That’s my big takeaway: Savannah is mossy. Like super mossy. And all of that Spanish Moss clinging to the stately old Oak Trees that hang over streets, squares, and cemeteries gives the city a sort of gothic, other-worldly feel, even in broad daylight. I always get bummed when we visit a city that seems like it could be Anywhere, USA, and I loved that Savannah had a really distinct, special feel.
I wish we’d had more time to explore the city: the restaurants looked amazing, I’m always game for a cheesy “haunted walking tour,” and I was dying to get into some of the historic homes dotting the squares. All the more reason to schedule a real-deal trek there soon. Plus, bonus, they have a Kimpton (dog-friendly! And gorgeous!), which means I can trick George into bringing Duke. Double bonus: Savannah is ten hours from the Keys, which means maybe I can trick them both into going back sooner than anticipated. Big hugs for Georgia!