Savannah

Savannah was not originally on my list of places to visit. My mom and sister had been there once before, years ago with Girl Scouts; however, that was a trip I missed due to Band Camp. Everyone says that Savannah is gorgeous – a “must see” if you get the chance. Initially, I had planned on driving straight home from South Carolina to get back for work – but when my supervisor texted me to say that she didn’t have any hours to spare, I was in less of a hurry to get myself back to Cranberry. Savannah is only two hours south of Charleston, and considering that I had a car – it seemed silly not to make the

extra trip. I made myself a hotel reservation last minute, and set out south on Monday morning, instead of north.

I'm a Girl Scout. Have been my whole life. Once I completed my Gold Award and graduated high school, my mom made sure I was registered as a lifetime member. I have the card...somewhere.

Savannah is home to the Juliette Gordon Low - founder of Girl Scouts - Birthplace. So naturally, I had to visit. A beautiful, white, Victorian-style house converted into a museum for touring.

As in most museums, the tour guide constantly reminds you to not touch anything. Pictures are okay, but flash should be used with caution. I had separated myself from the group for a split-second in order to get a quick snapshot of the Presidential Medal of Freedom hanging out in the hallway. As I walked back into the ballroom with my head buried in my phone to check the picture, it took me a second to realize that everyone was staring at me. "Do you, by any chance,

know how to play piano?" one of the ladies asked. "Um, a tiny little bit." I answered, raising my eyebrows. I mean, I'm certainly no Mozart, but I did learn to play The Entertainer in high school. "Care to give us a little show?", the tour guide asked, pointing in the direction of a piano in the corner of the room. That's right, ladies and gentlemen. They let me play Juliette Gordan Low's piano. No big deal.

Just kidding. I was pretty geeked.

Monday evening, I found myself at a place called The Distillery for dinner. It was a pretty cool place, with a long bar running down the left hand side of the restaurant and an elevated stage area in the back that I would assume houses bands on the

weekends. Also, my waiter was super hott.

Peach moonshine on the menu. Well, yes. I will definitely try some of THAT. When I asked my waiter how people generally order it, he said that some drink it straight, while others mix it with some club soda. I opted for the latter. And oh. It was amazing. If you ever find yourself in Georgia, I highly recommend. Also ordered myself a chicken salad, which was huge and more delicious than it should have been.

In the middle of my meal, I decided that I wanted to go to the beach. Not entirely sure where the thought came from -- my only defense being is that I'm a beach bum. Duh. Tybee Island sits approximately 1/2 hour out of town (which I discovered thanks to Google Maps), and I spent my dinner hour toying

with the idea of driving out for sunset. Even asked my hottie server if he thought it'd be worth it. "Yeah, Tybee Island is beautiful. I would definitely try and get there, if you can.", was his answer. Welp, I was hoping for more of a "If you can wait 20 minutes, I'll join you once I get off" -- but appreciated the opinion nevertheless. Paid my bill, hopped in the car, and headed out to the island. Was able to find some street parking less than 100 yards from the beach entrance. Giggling like a little kid, I whipped off my shoes, ran down the street, and made it to the water just in time to see the sun setting. I then called my mom, holding the phone out in front of me once she answered and yelling "Hear that? Can you tell where I am?!" She must have been able to, because she quickly replied with, "Are you at Tybee Island?"

I'm sorry to say that I didn't get any pictures from my little adventure, but the memories in my brain are not about to fade anytime soon. :)