Savannah - Day 2
/Since I married the God of Dawn, we are of course up early. Showered and ready to go by 6:30 am, we cast about for something to do until breakfast is served at 8.
"Want to walk around Forsyth Park again?" asks my husband.
"Oh, I was looking forward to some quiet reading time this morning," I demur, neglecting to mention the back of my legs behind my knees are throbbing and my lower spine is a tangled ball of string and overworked muscles from yesterday's four-hour walking excursion.
"Okay," he says, for which I am profoundly grateful. And ticked. I do yoga, I do pilates, I jog on the treadmill, I sweat it out to Tae-bo. How is it possible he is fine and I am in pain? I think about calling Tonya Harding to see if she can offer me any advice on having someone pop out and whack my husband across the shins.
We eat breakfast, and I must pause for an aside. Not wanting to gorge myself and feel sick as we start our day, I had the continental option which is cereal (special K), coffee, juice, and fresh fruit. But even Special K tastes AWESOME when the milk is brought to you in your own special silver pouring pot and the fruit is served in a crystal dish. Beats my method of shoving half a banana in my mouth as I slop milk in my bowl and slurp around the edges. I could get used to having someone serve me breakfast every morning on a silver tray. Tried to talk Blair into it but so far it's a no go.
We finish breakfast and head out. Most of the leg kinks work themselves out as we walk, and we enjoy feelings of smug superiority as we watch the many trolleys drive around town with tourists hanging out the window. "Saps," we say to ourselves. "Get out and walk a little!"
We spend the day touring restored homes that are now museums and staring at antique furniture and wallpaper. We love doing things like that. We have lunch at the Griffon Tea Room and while the service was slow they had the best sour cream apple pie I've ever tasted in my life. We talked about it for days afterward.
We also took a long walk on the Riverfront, pausing to duck in every store along the way (and there are a heck of a lot of stores). We didn't buy anything, but it's fun to look. Also amazing how quickly everything starts to look the same. Too much stuff.
Made it back to the room in time to shower and catch a 30 minute nap before heading out to a 8:15 dinner--very late for us. My feet were not happy about sliding into heels for the 5 block walk to the restaurant, but pride won out. I must look cute.
Came back and collapsed into bed. We had one day left.
"Want to walk around Forsyth Park again?" asks my husband.
"Oh, I was looking forward to some quiet reading time this morning," I demur, neglecting to mention the back of my legs behind my knees are throbbing and my lower spine is a tangled ball of string and overworked muscles from yesterday's four-hour walking excursion.
"Okay," he says, for which I am profoundly grateful. And ticked. I do yoga, I do pilates, I jog on the treadmill, I sweat it out to Tae-bo. How is it possible he is fine and I am in pain? I think about calling Tonya Harding to see if she can offer me any advice on having someone pop out and whack my husband across the shins.
We eat breakfast, and I must pause for an aside. Not wanting to gorge myself and feel sick as we start our day, I had the continental option which is cereal (special K), coffee, juice, and fresh fruit. But even Special K tastes AWESOME when the milk is brought to you in your own special silver pouring pot and the fruit is served in a crystal dish. Beats my method of shoving half a banana in my mouth as I slop milk in my bowl and slurp around the edges. I could get used to having someone serve me breakfast every morning on a silver tray. Tried to talk Blair into it but so far it's a no go.
We finish breakfast and head out. Most of the leg kinks work themselves out as we walk, and we enjoy feelings of smug superiority as we watch the many trolleys drive around town with tourists hanging out the window. "Saps," we say to ourselves. "Get out and walk a little!"
We spend the day touring restored homes that are now museums and staring at antique furniture and wallpaper. We love doing things like that. We have lunch at the Griffon Tea Room and while the service was slow they had the best sour cream apple pie I've ever tasted in my life. We talked about it for days afterward.
We also took a long walk on the Riverfront, pausing to duck in every store along the way (and there are a heck of a lot of stores). We didn't buy anything, but it's fun to look. Also amazing how quickly everything starts to look the same. Too much stuff.
Made it back to the room in time to shower and catch a 30 minute nap before heading out to a 8:15 dinner--very late for us. My feet were not happy about sliding into heels for the 5 block walk to the restaurant, but pride won out. I must look cute.
Came back and collapsed into bed. We had one day left.
