Family Vacation

Today we got back from Savannah, GA. Good thing too, cause lots of storms are rolling on in there and parts of Savannah did flood while we were there. We got there Friday during the day, and after check-in at the hotel, we were going to go straight to the beach at Tybee Island. Little did I know, that was definitely not going to happen. Not only are there a million people walking out in front of your car and in the streets, but there is no place to park. I have really considered emailing the mayor of Savannah and telling him what I think of the parking and how it really affects tourism. Everyone pays to park. There is no free parking. There are meters everywhere, and readers everywhere. It really wasn't fun driving around with everyone else who is looking for a parking space and coming up with only two options- A. Looping around again, behind a new line of cars, or B. Leaving
We chose B. and decided that tomorrow would be a new day and we would get an early start. Well apparently not early enough. When we got there Sat. morning, the lines were the same and guess what- no empty spaces. So finally, we asked this surfer if he really was leaving, because some people just like to hang by their cars and not leave. He said yes. I love surfers, because they only surf in the morning. Noon was rapidly approaching, but while we waited, and he left, the unbelievable happened. Someone swooped in and stole our spot. I'm not going to go into detail, because I have tried very hard to forgive them and I think I have, but I was like this-
I kept chanting "Help me love them" after we rounded the parking spaces for almost a second time before Adam said that we would try for a spot on the street. We found one, fortunately. It wasn't that far from the beach, but it was a good walk. We didn't take all the stuff intended for the beach, because we were only going to make one trip, so that meant no chairs and no toys. As it turned out, we didn't even stay 20 min. Erick didn't like the ocean that much and Adam and I weren't feeling much like swimming. We picked up our gear and left, after video taping Tripp's first dip in the Atlantic. (We forgot the digital camera in the trunk.) On our way back to the car, I felt like if I was going to repent about the situation earlier with the "swoopers", then I needed to leave a note.

I yelled at them and said, "You suck!" a couple of times, and I felt bad because... well, they had kids, I have kids, and that wasn't very Christian-like. The meter-reader guy said that he would have slashed their tires, but instead I wrote them a note. No excuses, just an apology to their family for my behavior, signed The Crazy Lady, because they probably thought that I was just that. I did realize that after I left it under their windshield wiper, that it might give them a good scare, looking like a parking ticket and all. But I hope after that, they might appreciate that someone cares.
So we decided to go back to the hotel and swim in the pool again, but I wanted to check out the lighthouse and its museum.
That turned out to be really great. Other than my acrophobia, the view from the lighthouse was awesome. I was so shaky when I got down, but it could have been the 178 steps that I climbed.




We swam in the pool and met some nice people and I'm glad that I didn't ruin my day by feeling mad or sorry for ourselves. I felt happy and more educated after that excursion. We went back to the hotel and swam. Today, Sunday, we tried to visit the ward there, but they must have had stake conference, cause no one was there. Overall we decided that it was a great trip, with a few learning experiences. I'm so glad that Adam had a good time also.