You may be aware that I have my first book in print coming out in December. If you don’t, shame on you, but now you know. The book is called Playing With Fire and, for the most part, takes place in the city of Savannah, GA. I myself am in Jacksonville, FL so I’ve been to Savannah a time or two with my family and then more recently on Saint Patrick’s Day for my friend Izzy’s bachelorette party. I love the city, it’s like New York – but you know with trees and nice people…okay so, not much like New York except for the architecture and layout of buildings – everything is built upwards instead of outwards the way it is around here. There are also at least three levels to most places, which is cool considering our proximity to sea level. My husband took me there this past weekend for my bday and we went by all these spots from my book. Overall it was an awesome trip. Our hotel was awful; damn near $400 a night and no pool, horrible beds, bland surroundings and rowdy neighbors. I wouldn’t recommend The Bohemian Hotel to anyone. As for the rest of the trip, I thought I’d share some of the memories with you, along with some excerpts from the story that go with them. Hope you enjoy.
Chippewa Square
There’s a statue in Savannah of some general from a war the humans fought a few hundred years ago. It stands high atop a concrete podium, surrounded by miniature lions and tucked neatly in the center of a cobblestone courtyard. Large oak trees grow, their branches hanging low creating a canopy of shade around him. If you sat on the statue long enough, every soul in the city would pass by. Some living, some lost, all wandering in the general direction of their ultimate destination but allowing distractions to veer them off course.
On River Street there’s a restaurant called Vic’s. When I was younger I would wander the city, watching normal people go about their lives. Anytime I would pass by Vic’s, I always stopped to peer inside the windows at the pristine linen tablecloths and napkins. And the floors of course, they had beautiful hardwood floors.
Pretty much the hub of the city, there are so many shops and places to eat you could spend days on end here and not experience everything. You can also see the port from here. My dad (entire family) is a member of the ILA local 1593 and I used to go with him to District meetings in Savannah when I was little.
While this isn’t in the book, I might have to work it in to the follow up. The Davenport House Ghost Cat was mentioned to me on the tour we took the night before we left so I begged my husband to take me there on our way home. I swear to you on my father’s life, as we were coming back in the house from the garden I heard a cat meow. I ended up buying Cameron this little beanie baby looking thing with ‘Davenport Ghost Cat’ embroidered on the side. Look, you can see me taking the pic in the mirror! lol I’m a sucker for stuff like that.
