I lost my heart to Savannah! I can’t remember going anywhere and feeling more comfortable. I didn’t feel
like a stranger in Savannah, and yet it was my
very first time ever setting foot in Georgia. One
thing I learned about me, while I’m from the District of Columbia, I’m
definitely not a southern girl; I’m city through and through.

Savannah
is a quaint place full of ghosts.
Every house tells a tale of a haunting, or the prevention of such a thing.
There’s one house that is said to have been mailed ordered, and was assembled
with every single window installed upside down (see picture). This was done to ward off evil
spirits.

I took the trolley tour
around town several times, and spent hours hearing different renditions regarding
the same historical sites. Each trolley driver had their own unique way of
telling a story. The St. Patrick’s Day
was my favorite. One driver said, “The St. Patrick’s Day parade is the
second in the country to New York.
Everything in Savannah
turns green: the river, the water fountains, the beer, and the next day the faces
of the people turn green.”

The food in Savannah
was by far the best I ever had! I ate at the Olde Pink House,
Lady and Sons, and I
cooked my favorite meal at the 700 Kitchen Cooking School.
We made Low Country cuisine, and it was further proof that I’m not a southern girl. Every other dish started with
biscuits and grits both yuck in my personal opinion. Yet, when in the South one
must try it out. So, I ate enough (a very little) to at least be able to say
that I tried them. I know my former mean coach would’ve
been proud of me!

However, I do love fried green "tamadas"!

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