Georgia, oh, Georgia on my mind...
There are four things that are 'no joke' in Georgia:
(1) those sad and lovely droopy Georgia tress
(2) the humidy (whoo, Lord!)
(3) the art of the PORCH
(4) the southern hospitality
As a matter of fact, in the first ten minutes upon leaving my hotel room, two older women cheerily said 'Good Mornin' and complimented how nice I looked. Then, a gentleman held the door for me and said, "There you go, ma'am. You have a nice day!"
I tell ya: Savannah was a sweet, sweet city. We biked through it in only a couple of hours. I wish we would have had more time to explore...or maybe get me those shoulder tattoos I've been wanting HERE. (Yeah...didn't happen.)
Here are some snaps of the scenery & me and the boyf:
It was pretty much a bike ride through a new city filled with trees that simultaneously made me want to both cry and joyfully play hide-and-seek behind them. The insects sounded like buzzing Mac trucks, the porch-porn was off the charts, and Tomas ended the ride with a swamp-ass stain in the shape of his bike seat.
Georgia was a good ol' time.
From Savannah, Georgia --> we headed SOUTH to --> Grams in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
That post comes tomorrow,
and believe me...
you don't want to miss it.
Love yas!
xOxO,
