The street was lit by a yellow glow of street lamps and moonlight. I had just done every bit of photography I could fit in before the sun went down in Savannah and now I was starved after a long travel day. I checked my map and made sure I was going in the right direction to the pub that the woman at the front desk of my hotel recommended. And that’s when it happened – a black cat darted across my path and startled me. Before I could even process the ‘meaning’ of it, it quickly darted back across my path the other way. I stopped walking and sighed loudly mumbling to myself – “Great, bad luck is all I need.” I tried to convince myself that since it had crossed twice maybe it negated the bad luck – right?
Moments later while at dinner I received some bad news in my email that sent me off on a tangent that occupied my mind and sleep patterns for the next two nights. It’s not important what it was, but what is important is that Savannah has power – a weird power. Maybe that’s why it calls itself the “Most Haunted City in America”.
It seems that in every city I arrive at further along in my #GlobalTravelerSherry itinerary, I have less and less planned – and Savannah was the worst yet for planning. What made this even more of an issue is that I really only had one day in Savannah – so trying to figure out what to do in this uber-popular destination was difficult.
I relied on the staff at The Quality Inn Historic District more than ever on this leg and they made my 24 hours memorable!
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A Hotel with Southern Hospitality
The woman at the front desk was going through the standard ‘check-in welcome’ information which I had kind of tuned out as I was preoccupied with how I was going to best utilize my short time in Savannah – and that’s when I heard it. Laundry facilities. Wait a minute – “You have laundry facilities?” I asked excitedly.
She went on to explain that not only did they have a washer and dryer for $3 total but they also had detergent I could use. Woohoo…clean clothes at last! It’s a bit sad how excited I was about doing laundry – but this was the first hotel that I came across on this trip where I could do my own laundry – and that made this carry-on traveler happy. Tonight was going to be laundry night!
The Quality Inn Historic District was in a super location and they were the most helpful front desk staff I had encountered in this trip. Every day they had freshly baked cookies put out along with the most refreshing peach water I had ever tasted. And in true Southern style, my room had super high ceilings and windows making me feel as if I were in a Southern plantation home waiting for Rhett to come rescue me.
Besides doing laundry and eating cookies though – I spent very little time in my room – I had a lot to see in Savannah and a short time to do it!
What To Do in 24 Hours in Savannah
I’m probably the only person who went to Savannah and has never read the book “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil”, but there is no pre-reading necessary to simply walk around the town and enjoy the views.
Take a Southern Stroll
All you need is comfortable shoes, and you can easily stroll around the parks and streets of Savannah for hours – especially if you like photography like me. If you are a person who likes order above chaos – then Savannah is the place for you. It’s a perfectly logical city of grids and parks. Walk a few blocks in any direction in the historic center and you’ll soon be at a lush green park lined with wooden park benches, an occasional fountain, and a monument with some man in military gear at the top. The parks were magical, serene, and filled with gorgeous old Live Oak trees that spread out like umbrellas. I love to photograph trees – so I was pretty excited about the Live Oaks and their hanging Spanish moss.
This is probably one of the most famous sights of Savannah – a large public park with a perimeter of old Victorian homes. I arrived in the park as the sun was going down and the music was starting up. The night I was there it was the annual park picnic and Savannah Philharmonic concert. The park was filled with thousands of people all picnicking and partying – in various arrays of formality. It was great to catch a few Mozart pieces and observe the local community come out and enjoy the arts. I even stopped at the Victorian picnic to check out their high tea picnic.
Juliette Gordon Low House
I walked into the Juliette Gordon Low House and saw a sign that read,
I can’t wait to be a dancing machine
Be the best picture-taker ever
Be a spy on a mission
Be a hula-hooping queen
Be a Girl Scout
I knew there was a reason I was a Girl Scout…yet I never did get the hang of hula hooping. You can tour the house where Juliette Gordon Low, the founder of Girl Scouts grew up. The tour simply takes you through the ornate house (no photos allowed) which is filled with antiques that have been impeccably preserved. The guide also walks you through the life and times of Juliette. She was a remarkable woman who not only felt that girls were capable of much more than anyone thought in those days, but she was also an artist. She was a painter, sculptor, clothing designer, and even a blacksmith. She made the iron gates for home. If you ever were a Girl Scout or if you simply love antique and old houses, then it’s worth a stop. The only thing they were missing was a plate of Thin Mints.
Since I was short on time, and a big, bad rainstorm was on the way, I decided a way that I could effectively use my time was by doing a trolley tour. On the advice of the concierge I took the Old Savannah Trolley Tour – it was a nice way to get around the entire historic district and I did enjoy the various actors who got on the trolley at some stops and told a more personal story about the town.
Since I was in the most haunted city and I had a run-in with a black cat, I thought I better do a ghost tour. There are so many to choose from it’s a bit ridiculous! But I just chose to do a simple walking tour at night. However, before I started ghost hunting, I first decided to have a beer to help me suspend the logical side of my brain – a little pre-tour prep. It was a pretty simple night tour that included a walk around the town and hearing a number of stories about strange spirit sightings, hangings, and the prevalent theme of building on top of cemeteries. It was a fun night, but I think I personally need more beer for these tours!
A number of people had told me about Mrs. Wilkes and her family-style southern cooking, however, there was one catch to it – there was a line, a big line. A line gathers each morning starting at 10 AM outside of Mrs. Wilkes’s house. The doors open at 11 AM and the people start to flow in like clockwork. I had heard about the plates of fried chicken and collard greens and I was dead set on getting me some.
However, this line thing was a problem since I had very limited time – that’s where Miss Kai came in. Kai works at the Country Inn & Suites and had graciously agreed to help me out on my time-strapped day – so I asked the biggest favor of all – could she get me into Mrs. Wilkes minus the line? Kai looked me up and down, paused, and in a very serious southern drawl tone asked, “Are you wearin’ pants with an elastic waistband?”
I thought for a moment doing a mental inventory of what I put on today, and a smile crept across my face and I said, “Yes I am!”
That day at noon I found myself and my elastic-waist capris walking through the back door, into the kitchen of Mrs. Wilke’s House. We joined a group at a big family-style table already topped with about 20 different bowls of food and a platter of fried chicken. The rest of the table was filled with tourists and even a few locals, we all did some polite introductions and then the eating frenzy began. And it seriously was a frenzy. I felt like my heart rate went up as we passed the bowls and bowls around the table. I tried to conserve space on my plate the same way I did during Thanksgiving.
This was everything that I had imagined Southern food to be – heavy, flavorful, colorful, and plentiful. We had a variety of dishes including fried chicken, cabbage, snap peas, macaroni and cheese, rutabaga, squash, rice and gravy, mashed potatoes, candied yams, pickled beets, collard greens, okra and tomatoes, stuffing, baked beans, cole slaw, and corn bread.
Yes – Kai and I rolled out of Mrs. Wilkes that afternoon.
Crystal Beer Parlor
Another simple but good local spot I was told to go to was the Crystal Beer Parlor. It was right behind the hotel and had been open since 1933 surviving prohibition. The outside was simple, but when you walked inside it was welcoming and full of locals. Most of the interior of the bar and restaurant were the same as it was when it opened. I had the fried green tomatoes and even enjoyed some peach cobbler for dessert. Yes – I rolled out of there too.
Even with the short time, the rain storm, and my lack of plan I still took a lot of photos! Photos in Savannah are definitely about capturing a mood – a good challenge for me.
I left the black cats and ghosts of Savannah under the cover of darkness via Amtrak train and headed towards Orlando – my next stop on my 7-city itinerary!