This was how the vacation started: my good friend Liz Overton invited me to share her vacation and head to the beach at Amelia Island. Liz had not been to the beach in many years nor been on vacation in a while. As for myself, I am always ready to be beach-bound. The timing worked out so that I came back from Chile shortly before taking off again. So we started from my house, almost an hour later than planned, on a unique adventure. Oh the blessing of girl-friends! Though we began the trip using only an atlas, we plugged in the GPS within a couple of hours. Unbeknownst to us, it must have been set on the shortest distance route—which happened to be the longest in time. We didn’t really suspect this until driving away from Savannah and a short sight-seeing peek around the welcome center and historic district (Liz and I are both history lovers).
- A little bit of old-timey southern-ness
- At the diner inside the old train
After escaping a traffic snarl we still travelled another couple hours before taking a misguided and circuitous route to stop by the ocean and stick our feet in the water and then arrive at the (ritzy music) Marriot Hotel in which we were to stay at a discounted rate thanks to Liz’s Uncle. Almost 12 hours from our starting time, we had finally reached our destination. What a road trip!
- Liz at the Whistle Stop Cafe
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