Last week I was in Savannah, Georgia, with my sisters Laurie and Mary and their better halves, Dick and John.  We rented a gorgeous Airbnb in the downtown area, a completely renovated brick colonial with ivy climbing up the stairs. It had three bedrooms, three-and-a-half baths, a gourmet kitchen, a garage, and huge, beautifully decorated rooms throughout. One of the nicest Airbnbs I’ve ever stayed in. My bed was a little high, but I only fell out of it once.

Laurie found two tours on getyourguide.com that were wonderful. Savannah for Morons was a 90-minute tour that guarantees “you’ll learn absolutely nothing!”  It is led by two history-loving comedians who had us rolling in the aisle.

They told us about “the most haunted house in Savannah” (there are several of them) and some of the movies filmed there, which include “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil”, “Forrest Gump”, and the Julia Roberts-Dennis Quaid rom-com “Something to Talk About.” One of our guides jumped off the bus to show us where Forrest Gump waited for the bus and then ran through the square, popped on a red wig, and turned into Julia Roberts.  Amazing.

There was one rest stop on the tour, which luckily included the ability to purchase an adult beverage.  Mine came in a plastic bag, making it highly portable potent potable. 

We drove around many of Savannah’s lovely squares and our tour inexplicably concluded with the “I’ve Had the Time of My Life” dance and lift from Dirty Dancing. One of our guides managed to hang from the ceiling of the trolley as the other raised her hands to simulate the lift.  Weird and hilarious.

As promised, we learned very little about Savannah, but we thoroughly enjoyed the comedy performance, which had a PG-13 rating.

Our other great tour was our cruise on the Savannah River on the Georgia Queen.  I had no idea what a busy port Savannah remains, as loads of container ships deposit their bounty there. We also sailed down to Fort Jackson, where a cannon was loudly fired for our benefit. 

Though the forecasts were discouraging, the weather was sunny and in the 70s all week. I’m glad meteorologists are so often wrong.

We took a day trip to Hilton Head Island, where our parents once owned a townhouse.  We had all taken trips there when our children were young and had fond memories of our times there. Sadly, we were thwarted in our attempt to see the old townhouse in Windward Village in Shipyard Plantation, since we didn’t have a good enough story to get past the guardhouse. But we hit some old favorites like Coligny Plaza and Sea Pines.  We even had lunch at an old favorite—The Crazy Crab. Sadly, the menu hasn’t changed and nothing has been dusted there since our last visit, which was disappointing.

Nonetheless, we did get to drive through Bluffton, which has grown in a good way since we last went through, but I was happy to see that the Squat ‘N’ Gobble restaurant endures. We should have eaten there.