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Tag Archives: Vacation
Mrs. Wilkes, Hearse Ride, Planters, Ruby
On my journey a few weeks ago, Mike and I stopped in Savannah, Georgia. It was gorgeous, old, and chilly. We were not prepared with warm clothes. I had a fleece that I’d brought for my flight to Orlando that I wound up wearing everyday. Mike had sent his winter clothes home with mom, but found a Christmas sweater in a suitcase that he wore everywhere.
Since I brought the camera, all of my vacation pictures consist of Michael standing in front of something. There is a lot more where this came from, but one only needs so many pictures of her brother.
Above is the hearse that we traveled around town in. Ghost tours are only worth the time if done from the back of a hearse. The tour guide dropped us off last and then discussed with me how he thought Savannah must be over a pocket of energy, like in LOST, spirits are drawn to this spot. He stated very plainly that he had seem more ghosts in Savannah than anywhere else. The tour guide said they had similar tours in New Orleans, where he is from, but there were no real ghosts there. Soo…. if you are looking for ghosts, Savannah is your only option in the deep south.
We tried to watch Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil because it is mentioned every two minutes in Savannah, we were bored instantly. Above is the Mercer house, the setting of the book and film.
Above, Michael and I drinking wine in a 200+ year old basement, we know how to have fun.
Rainbows and sunshine.
I’m burning cds right now for the possibility of a car ride. I am no longer positive I will be spending 20+ hours in the car with my little brother. Car difficulties. Details to be determined. I have a one way ticket to Orlando on Saturday morning. I still plan on going, I still plan on escaping my work life for a few days, but all the fun day to dayness will have to be flexible.
It is already decided that Savannah MUST stay on the trip itinerary. Biloxi can go. New Orleans can go. Grandparents stop must happen if there is a car ride. But Savannah must happen. I have grown excited and am in awe of the charm of the city. I need to see it. Paula Deen must make me a meal and I need to run into Ruby on a street corner.
So cross your fingers that my trip turns out to be exactly what I need and not a reminder that cars are the worst investment in our lives.
I sound semi prepared for something.
Mike and I just finished our road trip brainstorming session. I’m flying out to Orlando on Saturday to pack my brother up and take a week to drive from Orlando to San Antonio. I haven’t been off an entire week since this time last year and I need to escape. I desperately miss summer and holiday vacations and think my mental health is deteriorating without these breaks. I have high hopes for this trip. I hope to bond with my brother, who I haven’t spent this much time with since we lived in the same house. I hope to bond with my grandparents a little. I hope to get a tan and to RELAX.
The line up right now looks like this:
Saturday: Arrive in Orlando. Michael is organizing a community garage sale. We’ll pack up whatever is left. That night we will go see Pete Yorn at the House of Blues and go out with his friends for a last hoorah.
Sunday: Start the driving. Stop in St. Augustine. Remark that it is the oldest city in America. Sit by the beach. Drive to Savannah.
Monday & Tuesday: Stay in Savannah. Details to come. Rent bikes on a tiny island? Eat at Paula Deen’s restaurant? Go on a ghost tour? Go on a swamp boat tour? More details to come here.
Wednesday: Drive 8 hours and land at grandparents home.
Thursday: Bond with grandparents.
Friday: Drive over to Biloxi. We were planning on staying here at our dear dear Martin’s Lake, but if you stay a weekend you have to stay 2 nights, and that was a little too much. Now we will ride paddle boats swim around and rinse off in the communal shower area before or after eating at a casino buffet. I heard Boomtown was no more, which is slightly upsetting. But we will drive by one, feel nostalgic about it and choose it. Then we will play black jack because we never could when we lived there. Then we will drive to New Orleans.
Saturday: Spend the day in New Orleans walking around and buy art and sno-cones and margaritas.
Sunday: Head on home. Not sure if we’ll make it all the way back to San Antonio or just Houston. So between a 6 to 9 hour car day. I need to get some music together and possibly a book on tape we would both enjoy.
I’m excited.
P.S. Does anyone want to take me to the airport on Saturday morning?
Big Money.
Hopes and dreams for my tax return.
1. Fab purse.
2. Fab shoes.
3. Mini Vacation.
4. Savings.
5. Car fund.
6. Rainy day fund.
7. Picture for my far wall.
8. New computer.
Savings will win out, probably a combo of future trips and car fund. I may treat myself to something around a $100. The thrill of getting money that isn’t earmarked for LIFE is consuming my thoughts. Other suggestions to daydream about are being accepted as well.
Last day.
Today is my last day in New York and my last day off from work for awhile. This is the third time I’ve been to NYC in the past year, with JMO coming home, it will probably be my last trip visiting a resident of the city. Any future trips will probably consist of paying for a place to stay. Gross.
This year really more than any before, I haven’t worried incessantly on a trip, thus ruining half of it. I still get concerned about getting lost or not knowing where the nearest restrooms are. But I have become more comfortable with the unknown. I’d like to give partial credit with mellowing out and partial credit JMO. The boy repeatedly tells me that something is not near as big of a deal as I make it out to be. After two years, I think the theory is starting to sink in. Some things are a big deal. A lot of things aren’t. (No more vacation for awhile is a big deal). It may sound silly to someone who does not freak out on a regular basis, but believe me- being calm is wonderful and I like it a lot.
We are about to head out to enjoy the Natural History Museum and today has warmed up to about 40. It should be a fun final day.