As I type this, Laura and I are in a beach house that looks out to the Atlantic Ocean, here on Tybee Island.
A Google map should appear above with our location. Our vacation started out a little dicey, but as usual, it turned out o.k. I was in Texas for my grandfather’s funeral (more on that in another blog). Because of that, Laura had to travel from Columbus all by herself! I left from Texas and we met in Atlanta, where we both changed planes. All was well, except, when Laura boarded her plane and pushback was eminent, she could hear the captain saying loudly, “No, no, NO!” Sure enough, there was a maintenance issue that caused her to be four hours late. So much for getting up at four a.m. to get to Tybee early.
I was in Atlanta waiting impatiently for her delayed flight to arrive. We had two first class seats waiting on us, and all we had to do was get on, but Laura wasn’t to be found. “Final call for Savannah.” The gate agent told me to leave her and head for the beach! I said that definitely wouldn’t work. I called her mobile phone, and it went straight to voicemail — her phone was still off. Again, I called, and again, the same results. Five minutes to the closing of the flight to Savannah. Again I called, and again, straight to voicemail. I knew her flight was arriving in a different terminal, and if any of you have ever been to ATL (Atlanta) you know that plane changes in different terminals don’t happen like the rapture (in the twinkling of an eye). I knew our case was lost. The agents closed the flight, and it pushed back without us, and with it went two empty first class seats. Oh well, there was another flight leaving in a couple hours.
Five minutes later, Sweet Pea called me! Ah, the timing of us Clines. She was able to get first class out of Columbus, but we ended up in coach on our way to Savannah. No big deal — it is only a 45 minute flight from ATL. Flying for free has its perks, however, in today’s climate of faltering airlines, open seats are harder to come by. We were just glad to get seats on the same flight, together.
Savannah is beautiful. The weather was nice when we arrived and we grabbed our PT Cruiser rental and headed for the beach house. 30 minutes later, I realized, when there was no beach in sight, that I had missed a turn somewhere. After 30 more minutes, and we finally arrived at the beach house.
We got to the beach house at around 5 p.m. and were hungry, so we ate at a local Applebee’s and did some grocery shopping for our beach house kitchen. We didn’t want to branch out at a new restaurant that night because we were both so hungry, that if the place was bad, we’d be in trouble. We also planned on cooking about half our meals to save money and enjoy the experience in the beach house.
The following day, Monday the 28th of April, 2008, it was supposed to rain, so we decided to skip the beach and do a few “tourist” things instead. We saw a lighthouse, bunker complex, and old fort, all from the 17th and 18th centuries.
It did rain, so we finished off the day eating at The Crab Shack (.com) and then taking in the movie Expelled, with Ben Stein. Both were very good. Laura doesn’t do seafood, so she ate from the “landlubbers” menu while I feasted on Snow Crab and shrimp.
Well, it’s off to the beach, so I’m outta hear, but we’ll upload pictures into our Tybee Pictures page when we get home.
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