Savannah, St. Augustine, New Orleans

Man, oh man… we flew through the next three cities on our trip. I’m talking a couple of hours for each stop. It would be unfair of me to try and write enough about each city to give them their own post; it was unfair that we spent so little time at each place. Reality check: Nic and I are tired and I think we are both anxious to get home. Everywhere we go is amazing and unique, but we are exhausted from the driving, constant unpacking and repacking, changing plans… I could go on, but I think you get the point.

Our first stop after Charleston was Savannah, Georgia. We made our way to the historic district and walked through four or five small parks within the area. Each of them was named for someone who had done something significant… I can’t remember what or who. It is all starting to blur together a little bit for me. The first park we went through was Forsyth Park (I remember that one!), it has this iconic fountain, and I was struggling not to jump into it for some reprieve from the sticky heat. We made our way down to the river walk and a historic street that takes you past restaurants and shops. It was all touristy, and after picking out some candied pecans we made our way to grab some lunch before heading on our way. This is what I will say about Savannah (or at least the part of town we acquainted ourselves with): it is a beautiful city. I would have loved to have explored it some more. It was clean, quaint, friendly, quiet. I loved it.

The next day, Nic and I made our way to St. Augustine, the oldest city in the United States. We started at theĀ Castillo de San Marcos National Monument and watched a reenactment of the shooting of the cannon. I thought it was a joke when they yelled “COVER YOUR EARS!” They were not joking. It was super loud. Then we walked down a street that has no cars, it is filled with shops and restaurants and also has this old wooden schoolhouse that we decided not to pay money to go into. We also went to the oldest cathedral in America, the government building, and Flagler College. These were all places we were able to walk to, even if we were dripping in sweat from the heat. We had lunch at this great little place where you order at the counter and then they bring you your food. The owner was overwhelming, but in a good way – if that is possible. She was super nice, and appeared genuinely grateful that we picked this place to eat instead of one of the other multitude of choices we had. We also ate some gelato.. the small was a massive portion and neither Nic nor I finished our cups although it was very, very tasty. I had blueberry and white chocolate.

New Orleans was our third stop… the last stop before our last stop on our trip! NOLA was on our list of places to visit because Nic wanted gumbo. That’s not a joke. We walked the French Quarter which was filled with – you guessed it!! – restaurants and shops – and went into a super creepy voodoo shop. I can still smell the incense and probably will for days. It’s only a matter of time before I have some weird dreams because I’m sure I was cursed while I was there. Bourbon Street smells super gross, like a bathroom that hasn’t been cleaned in a while and has spilled beer and liquor all over the floor. Ew. Other than that it is a pretty cool street. I was surprised by how many families I saw walking around. Who brings their kids to Bourbon Street?? They sell alcohol to-go, and it is party central. I don’t get it. Nic finally got his gumbo at one of the restaurants, and I had crawfish mac & cheese. We were both very pleased with our dishes.

So there is that! This is probably my shortest post, and it covers three different cities! We are headed to Branson, MO next, and we hope to end our trip with a bang at Silver Dollar City.

*Dates covered: July 15-17


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