Day Twelve
Another day in Savannah. Tomorrow we head off for Charleston, South Carolina, which is actually pretty close by.
Anyway, the weather got a little cooler, but that may not be saying much. The humidity of course makes it worse.
We started the day at the Juliet Gordon Low house. She founded the Girl Scouts, Carly was a Girl Scout for a long time, so it was a no-brainer. There are Girl Scouts all over the city, actually. It was a nice house, and afterwards we walked over to get our first walking tour, the Savannah Stroll.
This turned out to be a special treat since the two of us were the only two on the tour. It was just us and the tour guide, an older man who said he's the longest active guide in the city (37 years). Frankly, this guy looked like a Southern tour guide: wide-brimmed hat, walking stick, shorts, a good drawl. Friendly, too. As we chatted, he was able to point out more stuff of interest to us, such as all the West Point grads the city has had. He also recommended a great place for homemade ice cream.
After that we went for a river tour. It was dull, actually.
Then it was back to the hotel to find that no one had cleaned the room for the second day in a row. I don't like to think of myself as a slob, but are fresh sheets too much to ask for?
The day ended with another ghost tour. No weird pictures this time, but a creepy house or two. And yes, the Girl Scout house is haunted, though our tour guide there told us she had a weird experience with a bookcase opening by itself once. We were out late, and when we left the parking garage I was in, well, I didn't see a way to pay anything. So, I figure I should go back there today and find out how much, if anything, I owe the garage.
Today is one last walking tour, a dolphin watch, and then dinner somewhere nice.
Anyway, the weather got a little cooler, but that may not be saying much. The humidity of course makes it worse.
We started the day at the Juliet Gordon Low house. She founded the Girl Scouts, Carly was a Girl Scout for a long time, so it was a no-brainer. There are Girl Scouts all over the city, actually. It was a nice house, and afterwards we walked over to get our first walking tour, the Savannah Stroll.
This turned out to be a special treat since the two of us were the only two on the tour. It was just us and the tour guide, an older man who said he's the longest active guide in the city (37 years). Frankly, this guy looked like a Southern tour guide: wide-brimmed hat, walking stick, shorts, a good drawl. Friendly, too. As we chatted, he was able to point out more stuff of interest to us, such as all the West Point grads the city has had. He also recommended a great place for homemade ice cream.
After that we went for a river tour. It was dull, actually.
Then it was back to the hotel to find that no one had cleaned the room for the second day in a row. I don't like to think of myself as a slob, but are fresh sheets too much to ask for?
The day ended with another ghost tour. No weird pictures this time, but a creepy house or two. And yes, the Girl Scout house is haunted, though our tour guide there told us she had a weird experience with a bookcase opening by itself once. We were out late, and when we left the parking garage I was in, well, I didn't see a way to pay anything. So, I figure I should go back there today and find out how much, if anything, I owe the garage.
Today is one last walking tour, a dolphin watch, and then dinner somewhere nice.