Savannah GA

Woke up in Savannah, GA, this AM. It is raining, which is nothing new for our travels. We spent a month in Europe last year with only about five sunny days. Global climate change or just our bad karma?

We had only one chance to dine in this great culinary city and we definitely wanted Southern cooking. It was a toss-up between Paula Deen’s restaurant and a place called The Olde Pink House. The Olde Pink House won out. Both Don and I love grits. Don’s mom is from South Carolina, so it is understandable that he enjoys this dish. Polish, from Ohio, who knows how I acquired the taste (or some might say grits have no taste!). The restaurant is in a grand old Southern home with several rustic dining rooms, all with fireplaces. My favorite of the evening was the pork chops; Don’s favorite was the fried green tomatoes with southern cured bacon. YUM

Speaking of YUM, how can we avoid gaining 50 pounds each as we travel to LA? We have all these great plans of not eating lunch, sharing entrees, etc., but that goes out the window. The last few days, as soon as I get in the car, after breakfast, I am plotting a lunch plan. Hmmm. And all these gyms we have at these hotels…well, haven’t hit one yet.

We are currently sitting in our hotel room, trying to decide if we want to go out in the rain to see the city. We took the bus tour yesterday afternoon as soon as we hit town. I would like to go back to some of the sites, particularly, the Juliette Gordon Low birthplace and first Girl Scout headquarters (was our troop number 83?).

A surprise for me is that Savannah has many restored colonial-era homes. I think of it primarily as Civil War era. The squares are lovely, even in the rain. Our hotel room looks out over the Savannah River and the huge container ships pass in front of us.

Time to go out and run between the raindrops.