Ode to the South, Part Deux
For Fall Break, I explored Savannah, Georgia, and Charleston, South Carolina. Both were over-the-top welcoming, with friendly folks, sumptuous feats, and gorgeous nature. Both are easy-going drives down I-95, perfect for a weekend adventure, and I’m sad to say, put Wilmington to shame.
In order, Savannah had more charming gardens then a southern lady spends titivating herself before High Tea. The city is on a river, yes, you guessed it, the Savannah River, which has a happening boardwalk. The boardwalk was a bit too touristy for my taste, but it had some great views with fireworks, Navy servicemen sauntering about, and of course, such, delicious, seafood.
A lot of movies have been filmed in or around Savannah and pretty soon a lot of places started looking oddly familiar. From Savannah we drove a beautiful back road to Charleston, which took us through some salt marshes and more Spanish moss than I’ve ever seen. Not to mention the awesomely-named river Pocotaligo.
Charleston is located on a peninsula not far from the Georgia border and though I mostly saw the Historical District, the place just oozed old money. The white side-facing houses brought import to any walk, and the food, once more, was simply off-the-hook (pun intended). All-you-can-eat cheddar-filled corn biscuits with Cajun-grilled catfish…
Need I say more?
In conclusion, I leave y’all with this parting image: if Disneyworld included a section in Epcot Center for “The South,” it would probably look something close to Charleston.
It’s got the food, it’s got the sights, and it’s got the weather. What are you waiting for?
P.s. And yes, I unfortunately stopped at “South of the Border” between North and South Carolina. I’ve never seen anything as depressing in my life.
