The Best Laid Plans...

The whole idea of the road trip was to have no plans. We'd fly into Savannah, fly out of D.C. and have no plans in between. Only, my roots to plan run deep and so I figured just settling up the first few nights would make us both (hmmm...me?) feel a little more at ease. So, Murray booked the hotel at the airport and the rental car while I went about finding us the perfect cheap flight and a swanky hotel for the next few nights. 


After the plane from Atlanta to Savannah was delayed until 3 a.m. by a thunderstorm, after there was no cab in the whole entire city, after we paid twice-the-price for the world's smuttiest motel, after we'd slept a total of 4 hours (maybe), we had the following conversation over Wonder Bread toast with strawberry jelly and Corn Flakes with whole milk...

Murray: This reminds me of our first trip together to Vancouver.
Me: What part? I'm sure they had fresh fruit. At least a banana.
Murray: The part where you let me be in charge of the train tickets and I threw them away in the garbage can in the hotel.
Me: Right. And, we needed those tickets to get back into America so we called the hotel, but they were recycled. (I don't think they recycle here).
Murray: And, we had to buy new tickets and you said I'd never be in charge of anything important again.
Me: I guess I forgot all that.
Murray: Maybe now you'll remember?


After we secured the rental car and headed toward Savannah proper in search of a Starbucks we spotted this on the horizon....Things may be looking up?!