Savannah August 9, 2014

The home we're staying in was built in 1875, and we found it through airbnb. Our hosts have gone to a great effort to make the place beautiful. 

Our bedroom has this cute little space on the corner of the fireplace mantle.

Bella, our house companion.

The backyard adjoins the neighbor's yards with the shared circle in the middle.

We have spent some time on the front porch too. Directly across the street is an old-school gas station that STILL HAS FULL SERVICE!

There was a house on Dolphin and Pineapple, in Sarasota, and I often referred to it as MY house because... well because one can dream. Some sicko (who probably calls himself a person) knocked it down. Apparently there was some small problem with asbestos and mold. Now I'm in the market for a new old house. I've found it. Doesn't this look like a house from some old scary movie?  

We went to Mrs. Wilkes Dining Room for brunch this morning (thank you Stephanie). Here's the deal with this world famous restaurant. They are open only three hours a day, Monday through Friday. People start lining up an hour before they open, we got there forty-five minutes before opening. They serve the food family-style, meaning you sit at the table with strangers-come-friends with all the food laid out on the table. Fried chicken, pot roast, ham, green beans, collard greens, mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, and a whole bunch of other typical southern foods.  They serve water, sweet tea, or unsweetened tea, and dessert too.

While waiting to eat we became friends with Chondra and Kevin from Atlanta. Bob put them on the spot when he asked if they'd like to get my travel emails. I explained that it's easier to get a tenant out of a rent controlled apartment than to get off my email list. They said yes anyway!  

After eating we took a long walk and saw some fun things. This blow-up guy is exactly what my toastmaster friends and I have been looking for to fill the room. What do you guys think?  

We went back to the house to take a nap and then went for a GHOST TOUR (insert "Wooooooo"). They let us use REAL ghost hunting equipment. Like this temperature gauge 

 Apparently apparitions are a different temperature than everything else. We didn't find any, sadly. So we just went back to our room to sleep, defeated by the spirits of Savannah.