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Savannah, Georgia (June 6–9, 2021) Jill, a freelance journalist, invited me to join her on assignment at a wellness resort on Hilton Head Island. “Dad,” she said, “you’ll love it, and you will only have to pay for your airline ticket.” Well, to paraphrase Don Vito Corleone, it was an offer I could not refuse!
Our trip would be four-nights/five-days. Not a bad getaway. But in the next instant I realized that we would lose a day there and back on the cross-country flights. Hmmm, I thought, too short a stay to justify the travel days. And that was when the frontal lobe of my brain – where thinking and planning take place – kicked into high gear!
A couple of days later I said to Jill, “You know, it’s a long trip for three full days on Hilton Head.”
"Well, what do you have in mind?” she asked.
I was ready for this question.
“Let’s start our trip with a few days in Savannah,” I answered. “It has an historic district filled with antebellum architecture, parks and squares, colonial cemeteries, and great restaurants.” The latter, I knew, was the “hook” for Jill, who was an inveterate foodie.
“That sounds great!” Jill exclaimed.
In the weeks before we left, Jill arranged lodging, I booked sightseeing tours, and together we selected a handful of Southern cuisine restaurants.
And so, the stage was set for our daughter-father getaway to Savannah, known as the Hostess City of the South for its Southern charm and hospitality.
Our trip would be four-nights/five-days. Not a bad getaway. But in the next instant I realized that we would lose a day there and back on the cross-country flights. Hmmm, I thought, too short a stay to justify the travel days. And that was when the frontal lobe of my brain – where thinking and planning take place – kicked into high gear!
A couple of days later I said to Jill, “You know, it’s a long trip for three full days on Hilton Head.”
"Well, what do you have in mind?” she asked.
I was ready for this question.
“Let’s start our trip with a few days in Savannah,” I answered. “It has an historic district filled with antebellum architecture, parks and squares, colonial cemeteries, and great restaurants.” The latter, I knew, was the “hook” for Jill, who was an inveterate foodie.
“That sounds great!” Jill exclaimed.
In the weeks before we left, Jill arranged lodging, I booked sightseeing tours, and together we selected a handful of Southern cuisine restaurants.
And so, the stage was set for our daughter-father getaway to Savannah, known as the Hostess City of the South for its Southern charm and hospitality.
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