After a pit stop in Charlottesville, Virgnia to see my little sister
who had went out of her sweet way to get me a few 31st birthday presents
and even make me a cake
John and I made it to Tybee Island in Georgia.
Like fish out of water, or washed up jelly fish buried in the sand of the tide, vacation is a bit alien to us. But we’re trying to accommodate our predicament as well as we are able.
First order of business.
A morning walk on the beach.
Complete with hearts in the sand (that we didn’t draw… I swear).
And a few phone calls to inquiring family members.
Then, after soaking up some rays, with our ridiculously high SPF lotion, we headed out to explore the island.
Tybee Island, off the coast of Georgia and just 20 minutes outside of Savannah, is packed for Spring Break with tourists, families and teenagers in bikinis.
Realizing the family beach scene was not ours John and I headed out to Savannah in search of a cold drink, non-fried food and some loud music. But before all of that we did some walking and lost our breath, again and again at the beauty of this ancient Southern city.
More pictures in my Spring 2010 gallery and more stories one the way…