The last two days of our trip were spent in Savannah.
Beautiful Savannah.
Even the name is beautiful.
When I think of Savannah, two things immediately come to mind.
Paula Deen - her face was everywhere - and squares.
Savannah is designed with a beautiful park, or square, every few blocks. I believe there are twenty some squares in all. What a brilliant way to design a city.
Some have statues or fountains in the middle. Some are fancy, some simple.
All of them had people on park benches, pet owners taking a stroll, and tourists snapping pictures.
In between the squares were block after block of beautiful homes and Spanish moss draped trees.
I don't have nearly as many pictures of Savannah as I would like. By the time we got to day five of our trip, my forty pound camera bag had taught me a valuable life lesson and had basically killed my photo taking buzz.
While the azaleas were almost done in Savannah, we saw beautiful wisteria and this fun little shrub.
If this isn't called Bottle Brush Tree, it should be.
Savannah is also home to one of the most beautiful parks I have ever seen, Forsyth Park.
My niece and I spent hours on a park bench there one afternoon, just visiting the day away.
We also enjoyed the beautiful drive to Tybee Island, and climbed the steps of the Tybee Lighthouse. It was hard to imagine the solitary life of the lighthouse keeper and his family. I thought these pictures, displayed in the house, were adorable.
For me, Savannah was very different from Charleston, but just as beautiful.
Dear South,
I want to be Southern.
Love,
Teresa