And we have now returned . . .
Last week we were at Tybee Island.
This week we are not.
(Although the eight pounds of sand piled on the laundry room floor makes me think perhaps we are.)
Please allow me to list a few things I learned while on vacation.
Last week I learned that limited internet access can be a good thing.
It can be a very good thing.
I learned that you can eat too much divinity from the Savannah Candy Factory.
I was reminded (for the second time) that a protective UV lens filter on your camera can literally save the life of your lens when said camera is accidentally dropped on a tile floor. One UV filter shattered. One lens saved.
A walk-in closet serves quite nicely and rather conveniently as a luxury bedroom for a young boy who still sleeps in a pack-n-play.
If you list an “established in 18-something-or-other” below your restaurant’s name, I will desire to eat at said establishment. If it’s old, if it’s local, I want to eat there. (And I was not disappointed. Two best-evers. One best-ever burger and one best-ever carrot cake.) Our family did not dine at a single McDonald’s the whole week. Shoot, we avoided fast food entirely with the single exception of that inevitable Zaxby’s on I-95.
When all three male members of your family wear matching khakis, t-shirts and bandanas – it becomes the very definition of adorable. And when you cannot snap a photograph of them because your camera’s filter is shattered and stuck to the lens, that is sad.
I am in love with Spanish moss dangling from every tree in Savannah.
My children are fostering an unhealthy love of hot dogs.
Introducing the kids to the 1970’s movie version of Benji was actually a genuine highlight. I am particularly fond of the love song-infused, blurry, slow-motion Benji-falls-in-love-with-a-mangy-white-mutt scene that lasted nearly five minutes.
I love my family. (That isn’t a new lesson, of course.) And they are really fun to travel with. I want to find a way for someone to pay me to go on cool trips with my family.
