So, AB and I got super excited about the long weekend. The first long weekend after I came to the US was spent with 'let's spend some quality time together at home and clean and do all that newly weds generally do' thing. We got stiff bored after a point. So, this weekend was planned. The one thing that AB hates about Atlanta is that it is sunny to the point of being extremely hot during the week, while it rains and crackles during the weekend. Back to our long weekend trip.
I was asked to plan for the long weekend (ayyayo!) and work on the food, the necessities (which did not include my sunscreen and lip gloss per AB. Humph!) and the perfect time to leave our home. I checked the weather forecast without which this country cannot survive and found that the intended destinations of Pensacola and Panama were predicted to have thunderstorms through the long weekend, while Savannah promised sun only on Friday. So, Savannah it was. A flurry of emails, some ghost tour bookings, dreams of hitting the beach on Tybee island, some more planning later, we slept at 1 AM to get up at 5.30 AM in the morning.
AB being AB made a chutney/dip with sun-dried tomatoes and I made one with coriander (mine sucked btw) for bread. He made loads of these sandwiches while I preened in front of the mirror, so I could look good for the 6 AM traffic. We set off, full of hopes, dreams and expectations to Savannah, America's romantic destination. We sang along the 3 hour drive, ate, joked and were in good spirits inspite of my goofy navigation. We reached Savannah earlier than the Google Maps predicted time and were jubiliant that we will get to spend more time. Sigh. One, it was HOT in Savannah. Like Chennai or something. I hate that weather. (Sigh, all my readers are mostly Chennai boys missing home..so!) We roamed around the pier/harbour, whatever you call it, at Savannah, took pictures, and proceeded to find out more about Savannah's history. We found very little to keep us amused. And our ghost tour started at 7 PM only.
Oh, I forgot to tell you that our first stop was at Oatland Island Wildlife Center, Savannah. Except for a small croc, a couple of owls and a turtle on the street, we did not see anything else. It was hot and AB and I lost patience. The croc was smaller than the ones I saw at Lake Alice on the Univ of Florida campus. Very, very disappointing. We saw turtles on the road, and I refused to allow AB to drive over one (not kill, but that the middle of our car comes over it, instead of our wheels) and we took the wrong way to get back. See?
I was asked to plan for the long weekend (ayyayo!) and work on the food, the necessities (which did not include my sunscreen and lip gloss per AB. Humph!) and the perfect time to leave our home. I checked the weather forecast without which this country cannot survive and found that the intended destinations of Pensacola and Panama were predicted to have thunderstorms through the long weekend, while Savannah promised sun only on Friday. So, Savannah it was. A flurry of emails, some ghost tour bookings, dreams of hitting the beach on Tybee island, some more planning later, we slept at 1 AM to get up at 5.30 AM in the morning.
AB being AB made a chutney/dip with sun-dried tomatoes and I made one with coriander (mine sucked btw) for bread. He made loads of these sandwiches while I preened in front of the mirror, so I could look good for the 6 AM traffic. We set off, full of hopes, dreams and expectations to Savannah, America's romantic destination. We sang along the 3 hour drive, ate, joked and were in good spirits inspite of my goofy navigation. We reached Savannah earlier than the Google Maps predicted time and were jubiliant that we will get to spend more time. Sigh. One, it was HOT in Savannah. Like Chennai or something. I hate that weather. (Sigh, all my readers are mostly Chennai boys missing home..so!) We roamed around the pier/harbour, whatever you call it, at Savannah, took pictures, and proceeded to find out more about Savannah's history. We found very little to keep us amused. And our ghost tour started at 7 PM only.
Oh, I forgot to tell you that our first stop was at Oatland Island Wildlife Center, Savannah. Except for a small croc, a couple of owls and a turtle on the street, we did not see anything else. It was hot and AB and I lost patience. The croc was smaller than the ones I saw at Lake Alice on the Univ of Florida campus. Very, very disappointing. We saw turtles on the road, and I refused to allow AB to drive over one (not kill, but that the middle of our car comes over it, instead of our wheels) and we took the wrong way to get back. See?
P.S. - This post was totally inspired by NRI Maami's recent post.
4 comments:
bang on when you said most of your readers are chennai boys missing home :p
And as far as I've seen, in this country, when they say thunderstorms, orru ezhavun varadhu!! At least in NC, like that only.
yaaaayy..u called 911 :P lol makes me feel better....!!
and yea..my mom is in atlanta and she was tellin me abt the thunderstorm.. it seems their apartment lost power.
@ Gradwolf: Teriyume! And nee NC yaa? Max Detroit nu sollaraan? I've come to NC - Raleigh for a weekend.
I think I did not mention in my post that it was raining throughout and I stood outside in the rain and we were towed back in a monstrous truck!
@ Macabreday: You're having the last laugh aah? :D I love calling 911, dunno why. I feel good. AB hates it. Anytime something happens, I say, let's call 911! Though this was the only time AB obliged!
all these plans never work sigh.
you are in atlanta eh? should tell the husband. he spent years there and occasionally gets all maudlin.
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