There was an original plan today to go Kayaking. But, you know how plans go. We decided, because it was our last day, just to sleep way in, eat breakfast whenever we wanted, and then head down to the beach for as long as we wanted.

So, that’s just what we did. It seemed that every time we had something planned, it was in the middle of the day, where we’d have to leave the beach. We would just be settling into the sun and then it would be time to do the dolphin tour or head to downtown, etc. So we just stayed on the beach. Of course we look like lobsters, but who cares?

When we first arrived, we bought some food, so I’ve been having coffee every morning, and making bacon and eggs. Laura will have it sometimes, but she is very easy: a glass of chocolate milk. Her breakfast is simple and will sustain her small frame until lunch. Needless to say, the whole notion of ‘breakfast in bed’ changes dramatically when one only has a glass of chocolate milk for breakfast!

Have you ever tried to cut a frozen pizza in half, while it is still frozen? Without a very sharp knife, I don’t recommend it. Frozen pizza’s need to be cooked from a frozen state, so I guess we could have thawed it, cut it, re-frozen it, and then cooked it, but for lunch, we were a little too hungry for precision like that. I just started hacking away and parts of it crumbled onto the floor. Why cut it in half in the first place? The house has no oven, just a cooktop! There is a toaster oven that we used, but it was so small, I had to cut the pizza in half. I guess the price of a range over a cooktop is too great for the owners of this place.

I’m guessing that any beachfront property is going to be expensive to buy, even if it is small like this place, because of the potential returns of renting it out and the view, of course. We saw a house down the road that was 4 stories: Parking on the first level and living on the next three. Kitchens on two levels and an elevator for the floor changes if you are unable to do stairs! Wow. The cost to rent? $4,000 a week. If that is split between four families, like in a reunion or get together, then that doesn’t sound to bad, but then again, who gets the top level bedroom with the jacuzzi tub and sunrise view over the water? Better bring your boxing gloves.

While on the beach, I saw something that amused me. Two guys were walking along, and one held a large conch shell. As he was walking, he put the conch shell up to his ear to see if he could “hear” the ocean. He probably couldn’t hear it over the roar of the real ocean 20 feet from him! Why would someone try to listen to the fake ocean when the real one is right there? This question has a lot of theological implications as well, like, why do we turn to our own wisdom when God is right there to help us? Why do we try to solve our problems on our own when He is offering His help right next to us? I’m reading a book this vacation, called: I don’t have enough Faith to be an Atheist. It is a great read, and it is attacking the idea that comes so naturally to us here on Earth: That we can do it on our own. We don’t need God. It obliterates the ideas that Atheists have come to hold onto so dearly and I can’t wait to finish it so I can be even more ready to do what 1 Peter 3:15 says we should all do: Sanctify Christ as Lord in your hearts, always being ready to make a defense to everyone who asks you to give an account for the hope that is in you, yet with gentleness and reverence . . .

We cooked pork chops tonight for dinner and they were great. We had mashed potatoes, green beans, and corn too. It was quite the feast, and I dare say, it was nearly as good as going out and spending $50 bucks on dinner.

We took a long walk along a pier that extends out from the southern tip of Tybee island. It was nice to be over the water and feel the breeze from the cool Atlantic. There were lots of fisherman (fisherpeople — come on Toby, it’s 2008) along the pier, looking down to see if they had caught anything. I was surprised how many people were fishing around the island: near bridges, over bridges, off piers, and so forth. Some of it may have been recreational, but by the look of the people doing the fishing, I think they were doing it partly for regular meals . . . I could be wrong, and hopefully so.

Going back home, we saw a boardwalk that disappeared toward the water. It was dark now, and we could only see by the lights of the distant hotels and the stars. We followed it, as the roar of the ocean grew more thunderous as we walked. After a minute, we arrived at the soft sand and could just make out the view of the waves in the light of the starry evening. The gentle rush of the waves was almost enough to put me to sleep. Silhouetted against the night sky was the shape of a bench swing for two! We walked over and swung for a while, watching the waves roll in. Directly overhead was the large red planet of Mars, and we could see the Big Dipper and the North Star above us as well. It was the perfect ending to a perfect day. We didn’t want to go home. Paradise is just too relaxing! So, we are staying in Savannah one more day, just to do it. Will that be it? Will we go home after that? Who knows? Good night . . .

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