The Dirty South

Happy holidays, all!

Since Tuesday (or Wednesday, actually, because the drive down took two days), I have been in Savannah, Georgia at my grands' house. Might I add, the neighborhood they live in is not fun. Let me explain it to you. It's the kind of neighborhood that used to be "the place to live" about 30 years ago or so. Now, it is not all that hot. The grass is dead and brown, the people are old, and there are congregations of homeless people seemingly every two blocks. However, about 5 minutes from here, which doesn't seem like much but is enough for a huge scene change, is the downtown city area of Savannah. It is quite pretty there. The Spanish moss covers almost every street and the parks all have fountains and benches. All of the buildings have this old style to them that I cannot put my finger on. Victorian? Possibly. There are many little shops and stores there that you really wouldn't find anywhere else. For example, today I went to a honey bar complete with little white spoons for honey tasting, a European knock-off perfume shop, and a handmade fudge store. I really wish I had bought that chocolate-almond fudge I saw, I don't know why I did not get any. Maybe I will get some tomorrow. Oh gosh, and the food here is terrific. Nothing beats a gut-filling meal served by a waitress with a strong southern accent. Anyways, it has been a steady 70 degrees here, which is so much better than the 15 degrees back home. But it was a little strange to me when my family and I were complaining about how hot it was and fanning ourselves on Christmas Day.

Well, I must go now. But before I go, I should tell you that I have been taking a lot of pictures with my new camera and will post some pictures when I get back home on Tuesday. Adieu.