As we drove
down the highway in the early morning it was an undulating silver strip spread out in front of us. The green fields, vegetation,
trees and buildings had a frosting of snow. The sky was deep blue. Picture perfect, as they would say. The mood music was
Ray Charles singing Georgia on my mind and we were in Georgia and we didn’t mind. In fact the next tune was America
the beautiful and we both sang emotionally along. A more perfect morning moment for motoring you couldn’t have dreamed
system in the van is surround sound at its best. Elizabeth also wanted to hear her favourites like Ray Charles, Aretha Franklin
and Tina Turner, all having greater impact when you are travelling in the south and listening to them. She also wanted to
hear gospel music so we tuned into a number of groups on radio all obviously local amateurs praising the Lord. Of a spectrum
of 30 plus stations 10 of them were gospel, 10 were country and western, 10 were modern rap crap or the likes
and one or two middle of road CHFI types. Add to this my 5,000 songs selection on my I-Pod and our van was rocking and rolling
down the highway.
heading for Savannah passing Atlanta and Macon on the way. This was the heart of the south. Surprisingly in the north part
of Georgia it was still the rolling foothills of the Appalachia Mountains. As we progress south the temperature rose and the
scenery changed to scruffy pines in sandy soil. We saw our first tree with Spanish Moss and then a palm tree. We had been
travelling down I-75 but now took a detour to Highway 16 into Savannah. Tomorrow when we would continue our journey to Ft
Lauderdale via I-95 the rest of the way.
we were visiting Savannah is two friends had recommended it as being gracious, interesting and having pleasant people and
architecture. We had a late lunch in an old part of town along the river. It was seafood and tolerable. I am dying for something
other then the chain food variety or the formula restaurants with their same menus. I would love some Chinese, Indian, Korean,
Arabic, Japanese even Italian like real Italian. After lunch I drove up and down the streets and we viewed some magnificent
homes and churches all decorated for Christmas. Most were located around squares and they were huge homes many with large
balconies or winding or sweeping staircases to their second level entrances. Many had a small English formal garden beside
them. These republicans wouldn’t settle for a rose garden or nicely planted variety it had to be an English formal garden
with geometric shapes and a central garden statue or fountain at the centre. Their heritage of squares and gardens is directly
from the English who they fought and kicked out.
we were to exhausted to dine out so we sought the dining room of our Marriott Hotel for a quick supper and to bed. The waitress
spoke two words and after she left the table I told Elizabeth she was Russian. As it turned out she was Polish and when this
was discovered she and Elizabeth entered into a Polish quick step of a conversation that I could only identify two words from,
Polish and Pope. Talk about six degrees of separation. Here was a young girl all alone in America coming over from Gadansk
with no family and no one to speak Polish to waiting on our table in Savannah Georgia. I have a knack for guessing with more
certainty then the average person where someone is from. It is one of my gifts.
a most pleasant town and I think I will come back here and spend some time walking and riding a bike about. But…they
really need a walking tour guide. Maybe I could move here and make a buck during the winter.