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Sometimes I Am Okay with Waking Up Early

The view from my bedroom window is looking a little plain today, guys. Sure, the sun rises in Tallahassee just like it does in Crescent Beach – I mean, there is a sun, and it does the whole “going-up-y rise-y” thing -, but it’s just not the same. Do you know how I definitively know it isn’t the same? Because I don’t have any desire to pour my hot mess of a self out of bed at ten till five to go on a sunrise walk. Oh yeah, I totally did that on vaca. I did it twice, but I went back to bed the second time because my husband was all “we have a long drive today, and I don’t feel like swimming”, pffffft. Why didn’t I go by myself you ask? Because I’ve seen Jaws and I am 708% convinced that if I ever decide to go swimming in the ocean by myself, I will die a horrible B movie death, and all that will remain is a sparkle flip flop and a tuft of pink hair.

That’s right, there were rays! Glorious insta-worthy pink rays.

You can’t see it very well, but this board walk goes over the protected dunes, and you know what lives in those? Adorable brown bunnies and gopher tortoises that like eating left over strawberry tops.

Like a beautiful beach post card.

If you take a look in the right lower corner of the photo above, you can see sea turtle tracks. Below is the close up of the flipper marks. Turtle went up into the dunes and then back down. We didn’t get too close since there was the possibility that eggs were laid and we didn’t want to do anything that could compromise the nest.

Real life is stupid; I don’t want to be responsible. I want to be back at the beach. Stupid Tuesday, stupid.


Savannah Trip

And it’s Monday again; my long weekend wasn’t nearly long enough. Our early anniversary trip was everything we hoped for, and (fingers crossed) we really hope we don’t have to wait another five years for our next visit.

s2 In true anniversary fashion, Andy and I rented the same room at the same B&B (Foley House Inn) we stayed at on our honeymoon 5 years ago.s The Essex Suite has changed little in last five years, still two fire places, a huge soaking tub and a luxuriously tall shower. We did learn, however, that the staff now refer to it as the “Bond Room”. Daniel Craig and Rachel Weisz stayed in the room a few months ago, and it has been thus named ever since. We did laugh a bit about not only laying our heads where Bond had laid his, but using the same bathroom. I mean, completely bad-ass *eye roll* right?s7 s8 Since we’ve spent plenty of time in Savannah over the years, we took a very laid back approach to this trip. Both Friday and Saturday were spent wandering around the historic district, people/dog watching, and ducking into our favorite shops. s3 s12 s4 s14 s15 I almost purchased this little brass crown from The Paris Market, but I decided to sleep on it, and when I came back the next day, it had already sold. I am glad that I at least thought to snap a quick picture, and since I was so disappointed, Andy bought me a glass of their amazing lavender tea. I’m pretty sure I would have ended up with tea either way, but I thought it was a nice gesture.s17 s16 s10One of the things we knew we wanted to do this trip was try out some new restaurants. Both the Treylor Park & Cafe M were wonderful, but the best place we went was Chive. Their red curry sauce is so good it’ll curl your toes. s11 s18s13 s5 s6This is going to sound a bit crazy, but one of the things I was most looking forward to was spending some quality time reading in The Chair. It may not look like much, but this chair-and-a-half is the most perfect reading spot I’ve ever found. I spent entire afternoons lounging and catching up on my reading when Andy and I honeymooned here. Exactly what I needed after all of the wedding insanity.  I only managed a couple of hours this trip, but it was still well worth it.s1 s9Such a great trip, and I can’t believe after all of the planning and anticipation that it’s actually over. Fortunately, the fur babies were incredibly snuggly when we got home, it helped to soften the blow of returning to “real” life.