Savannah is no Charleston

We just got back from Savannah and Tybee Island. As the title says, Savannah, which is often touted as a larger Charleston, is no Charleston. Not indeed.

On Thursday we drove down to Savannah. Ruth was quite fussy on the drive down taking only a 30minute nap in the car. But, once we got there she was okay. We checked into a hotel called "The Mansion" across from the park wit the big fountain that is always in pictures associated with Savannah. The park was undergoing quite a bit of construction so the view wasn't the best. We then suffered, and I do mean suffered, the heat and took a horse and buggy tour ride. We did this in Charleston as well. The tour guide in Charleston was awesome and the amount of history we learned in Charleston and the amount of Charleston we got to see far exceed the quality of the tour ride in Savannah. Savannah's many green spaces or squares were nice. (In one of them the Forest Gump park bench scenes were filmed). But the houses in Savannah do not look near as rich or repaired as Charleston. And we also had some Yankees on the tour ride who asked some very stupid questions. For example: the tour guide told us that Savannah has burned three times. The Yankee lady wanted to know how the houses burned if they were brick. First, these were not the original houses. Second, we have all seen brick houses that have burned. And third, didn't she think that maybe the fires spread by the rooftops and then consumed the interior of the house? It was hot and we were in no humor to listen to such questions.

After our ride, Ruth went to sleep in the room. When she woke up it was time for Brian to go to dinner with his team and Ruth and I had a big girl date together. The hotel drove us down to River Street. I had in mind a nice dinner. I should have stayed in the historic district and paid extra to eat at a little restaurant by a park. That would have been more the experience I was after. But Ruth and I went down to the very tourist and very busy River Street. We did get to watch huge cargo ships as they came up the Savannah River. She liked that. We had a greasy dinner in a loud restaurant and listened to some street musicians. We then walked home, yes, by street light, over 3/4 of a mile. When I called for a ride I was told it would be 20 - 25 minutes. I decided I would walk and met them. And it was fine most of the way. But I did start to get nervous the closer we got to the hotel and the fewer people that were out on the street. I was in heeled sandals and a skirt. Ruth was in the stroller. I had called the hotel and told them I was walking. About four blocks away the bell boy met us and escorted us the rest of the way there. How nice.

I will write of our Friday and weekend adventures later. So glad to be home.