So we drove out to Tybee Island this morning. We had wanted to tour the lighthouse, but when we got there we discovered that it's closed on Tuesdays. And according to a local we talked to in the parking lot, the only things to do in Tybee are climb the lighthouse and go to the beach. So we walked over to the beach, in the heat and glaring sun, at which point we remembered that we don't really like the beach. Especially not in hot weather. On the way back to the car, a grasshopper flew up my dress. Which pretty much sealed my opinion of the whole beach thing.
At least we had a nice lunch at The Breakfast Club on Tybee Island. The name didn't seem to have anything to do with the movie. In fact the restaurant looked like it had been there since decades before the movie came out. I had a spectacular hamburger. I think it was so good because they aren't required by law to overcook their burgers like NC restaurants are. Also the menu says they use fresh ground beef, instead of frozen preformed patties. Georg declared it "almost as good" as the burger at the Shake Shack. All I can say is, if that's true then I'm dying to get back to NY and try a Shake Shack burger.
Even though the sightseeing on Tybee was a bust, the drive out and back was lovely. And I had the wonderful experience of, just as we realized we had missed a turn and were lost, seeing a road whose name I recognized from the map we had left at the hotel, and remembering that the road would get us back to our hotel. Which it did, in no time flat. I have such an abysmal sense of direction that this is a highly unusual experience for me. It felt great.
After lunch we walked around downtown Savannah some more. This time we walked around the Victorian district, down to that big park. I took a bunch of photos, but don't have the energy to go through them tonight. The afternoon's excitement was provided by seeing blue-black clouds closing in, realizing that we were about to get caught in a monster storm, and hurrying in the other direction, not running but close, making it to a cool little cafe just minutes before the sky opened up. Whew, what good timing! The cafe had an excellent selection of iced teas, and I drank iced ginger lemongrass green tea while we waited for the storm to pass. That was much better than huddling under a tree in a cemetary getting wet, which is what we did yesterday. Today's storm was much worse, too, so we would have been really miserable if we hadn't found shelter.
For dinner we went to the Toucan Cafe on the south side of town. I read a review which described it as a favorite place for locals to take out of town guests. I wish I knew a Savannah resident whom I could visit, so they would take me there! I had a chilled avocado-cucumber soup that was so good I'm going to try and recreate it at home. Then for the main course, macadamia crusted tuna with mashed sweet potatoes, pineapple salsa, roasted vegetables and jalapeno buerre blanc. Do I need to say that it was outstanding? Our meals were plenty filling so we didn't have dessert.
Now we're relaxing and trying not to think about our vacation ending tomorrow. We watched an episode of Nova about the events that inspired The Great Escape. They were there with a group of archeologists who located and excavated Dick, the tunnel which the Germans had never found. And then they brought three survivors, now elderly, to the excavation site. There were some goofy reenactments but at least they didn't use clips from the movie. The one surprise to me was that they never mentioned Roger Bushell, the leader of the escape attempt. It's my impression that it wouldn't have happened at all without him. Near the end they showed the memorial the survivors had built for the murdered escapees, and when the camera passed over the names you could see Bushell's name on the list. But that was the only time his name came up at all. We missed the first part of the show, so maybe they talked about him earlier.
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