One last summer fling in Savannah, Georgia. It is a place that feels like rushing is against the law, where even the trees in the streets seem to take their time growing old.
The waterways there seem to meander slowly - however it is nature fooling you for the tides move in and out at a speed that would make docking any boat a challenge, for the current is swift when the tides are doing their thing.
We were there because my girls where joining other home-schoolers in a hands-on Marine Biology class. I was just grateful to be in sandals one more time.
The days were spent learning on site at the Burton Center and on the beach,
in the water,
surf sleuthing with huge nets,
touching things that looked positively questionable yet magical,
discovering things like the large claw on a male fiddler crab is there ONLY for the purpose of attracting the female.
When not dissecting sharks or handling live animals native to Tybee Island where the class took place, trips into the marsh provided more than a plethora of learning, they also provided free mud masks and fun.
When it was all said and done, after 12 hour days, I needed a civilized break. Daddy knew just how to bring me back to life. We had lunch in downtown Savannah at Vic's On The River. This was the picture I took while I waited for a gourmet version of fried green tomatoes with goat cheese and tomato chutney.
When all the courses had been served and I had finished my cappuccino, it was time for a leisurly stroll through the downtown streets of Savannah.
I managed to make it through the afternoon without twisting an ankle - a miracle considering what was underfoot.
All in all, it was beautiful and educational. To quote Dorothy, though, "there is no place like home".