Thirty minutes after handing mom the room key, she lost it.
“Am I the adult, and you’re the child?” I wondered aloud. Mom shot me a glare.
As we waited for the front desk to make new room keys, two folks in our hotel lobby suggested the most touristy thing we could do: take the Old Savannah tour bus. Mom was tickled by the idea. I’m not particularly gung-ho for gaudy tourist buses, but my desire for spending quality time with mom outweighed my ego. Atleast we’ll get a grasp of the historical squares in downtown, I reminded myself.
Before we boarded the flashy white tour bus, mom found a great-looking place to fill up our bellies for breakfast, Goose Feathers Cafe. It was a cozy little cafe hidden behind an unassuming awning next to a massive live oak. What grabbed our attention the most was the long line snaking out the door.
Must be delicious.
Here, the owner, Beth, rang up our order: mine was a birds nest with grits: homemade salsa, two poached eggs, a pinch of cilantro, and mom ordered an Italian breakfast panini. The food was unbelievably good!
Now on the tour bus, hundred-year-old oaks draped in Spanish moss passed us at every square. History was everywhere: Revolutionary and Civil War monuments, statues, and fountains decorated the busy squares.
Among our favorite sites was Forsyth Park, where the iconic fountain sat as centerpiece within the 30-acre park, and River Street, located down the old, steep brick steps beside the port of Savannah River. Here, old cotton mills have been converted into candy shops (my personal favorite: Savannah Sweets!) and bustling restaurants.
Despite the cold December air that day, we could feel the warmth of southern hospitality in every smile that passed us in the charming city of Savannah.
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