The past two months have been rather hectic, I was (pre)occupied with work at uni and a few other things I am working on. And right in the middle of that, “no travelling for too long” crisis began. When I managed to do everything I had planned in those two months, the “no travelling crisis” lost it’s grip. Probably because I’ve done everything I planned successfully and I won’t have to deal with it later – that means we’ll have more time to explore new places (instead of doing things that should be done already).
Sometimes I forget this is a blog I’m writing, not my diary so let’s get to the point, shall we. Savannah- deffinitely my second favourite stop of this trip, right after Chicago, of course. Nothing beats Chicago, but we won’t get into that again haha (read about Chicago here). Everytime I visit a new place I ask myself “Would I come back, to visit again?”. My answer for this particular place is YES. Yes, I would.
If I had to describe Savannah in one word it would be – oaks. It is most known by numerous beautiful old oaks spreaded all over the city. Sometimes I try to recall memories from our travels and earlier today when I was scrolling through photos I relived those four days spent in Savannah. There are some scenes that are so live, I can even recall noises and smells from back then. I closed my eyes and there we were again:
“Humidity and heat which surprisingly became bearable. My hand in his hand, walking down to the river and seeing steamships. Feeling raindrops on my nose, seconds after that running through town searching for a place to hide from the storm. Sitting in a coffeeshop, soaking wet, hiding from the rain, hugging a coffee mug. Taking a long walk under the “oak tunnels”, taking hundreds of pictures, admiring the houses and deciding in which one we want to live one day. Not knowing which day it is. Listening to a local musicians playing on the street. Taking his hand again, forcing him to dance with me. Remembering we can’t dance and not giving a damn at the same time. We were spinning, the world was spinning, my heart was spinning. Suddenly not remembering which day or month it was. Not remembering who I was. And it felt good.”
If you ever find yourself in the Southern states of USA, please, go and see Savannah. You’ll thank me later.