I was on hiatus last week. Now, I’m back.
During my hiatus, I went on a little tour of Hotlanta (it’ll catch on…really!), Savannah, and Charleston. It was super fun, and it gave me a chance to work on my southern accent. By the end of the week, I totally blended in with the locals. My traveling companions may disagree, but I think they may just be jealous of my stellar accent.
Trip highlights included the following:
1. Seeing a giant sign in Tennessee that read “camoflange.” I believe it was a booth at a flea market. Meredith suggested the misspelling may be an attempt to camouflage the products sold at the booth. Unfortunately, the booth was not open when we passed by, so I was unable to investigate.
2. Observing a beluga whale mating ritual at the Hotlanta Aquarium. It was a valuable learning experience for everyone near the tank.
3. Discovering a love for collard greens. We ate at a family-style restaurant in Savannah, and I managed to single-handedly eat almost all the greens at our table. It worked out well — I didn’t really care to share my greens with the other “family” members, and the other “family” members didn’t really care to eat the greens.
4. Discovering a love for grits — preferably dripping in butter and cream. The Flying Biscuit, an excellent breakfast joint in Hotlanta, called its grits “creamy dreamy grits.” After that, I declared ALL buttery grits to be both creamy and dreamy.
5. Seeing a green goat in a parade. Seeing a green goat has been on my to-do list for a while now, and I never thought I’d get the opportunity to cross it off the list. Then, I happened to be in Savannah for the second-largest St. Patrick’s Day parade in the U.S. (second only to New York City). Every St. Patrick’s Day parade needs a green goat. I’m pretty sure the goat was naturally green — it didn’t look like dye.
6. Driving past Marlon Monroe’s seafood restaurant on Tybee Island near Savannah. The individual who named that restaurant is brilliant.
7. Getting my picture taken with Paula Deen! (In full disclosure, it was a cardboard cutout of Paula. Cardboard Paula looks real-ish…she just looks a little thin for someone who cooks every meal with 18 sticks of butter.)
8. Observing the many, many individuals in Savannah sporting “yacht knots.” (Sweaters knotted around an individual’s neck.) I tried to sport a yacht knot for a few minutes, but that look just doesn’t seem natural on an Iowa native. I felt very imposter-like, so I untied my knot and put my arms back in my sweater.
9. Learning a new word. Fort-a-potty = public bathroom at Fort Pulaski, a national monument on Cockspur Island near Savannah. (Also — isn’t that a rather unfortunate name for an island? Yes. Yes it it.)
10. Coming to the conclusion that Waffle House restaurants are going to take over the southern United States. We saw approximately 10,002 Waffle Homes on our way to Hotlanta. However, we did not stop for a waffle.