We made it to Savannah. But why should I make it sound like an ordeal? It was not a bad ride and the road from Atlanta is pretty much straight and true. I drove for a few hours and then started feeling sleepy so B took over the wheel. She’s an excellent driver and I can always count on her in these circumstances.
Or any other for that matter. We checked into the Little River Inn and have dinner scheduled at Vic’s On The River at 6:15. So come on by if you are in the neighborhood. I’ll buy you a drink or two. Because the spirits are definitely flowing freely around this waterfront enclave made up of restaurants, shops and inns of various kinds.
I hope to take plenty of photos in the next few days as we have tours scheduled of this wonderful city. Hopefully some of them will be meaningful. How do you take a “meaningful photo” while on vacation?
Well, that’s the challenge. You don’t stand in front of the majestic city hall and take a picture of its gold dome. And you don’t wander down to the river (which is on display as I sit here and type while looking out the window) and snap away at the birds, the boats or the many tourists who line its banks.
I meaningful photo is something that will surprise you in a moment when you enter the correct time and place and have remembered to charge your battery and slip in you memory card.
Savannah is a city full of ghosts B tells me. She has mentioned it several times and I am nearly afraid to go to sleep after all the festivities have run their course. Or not. Dreams are not the problem. It is the world of the living and drenching rain that compresses my skull. A ghost would be welcome. And a soft evening full of luminous clouds, a rolling river and a beautiful sunset would be an invitation to God’s doorstep.
We shall see if such a moment arrives.