This adventure begins with a relaxing tune, maybe even a lullaby.  Because we arrived at the airport waaaay past our bedtime.

We knew there probably wouldn’t be much sleeping during the red-eye flight, but I was amazed at the people who seem to have a system down.  Before we even got to our seats, I saw several people with their eye shades drawn, totally passed out.  They were the same ones who woke up 4.5 hours later looking refreshed like they just slept in a 5 star hotel room.

We didn’t quite have the same experience.

I slept more than Paul did, so I didn’t notice him head-dropping left and right.  Hitting his head against the seat in front of him.  Trying to sleep on the snack tray.  I think he finally found a “cozy” spot by resting his head on the crack between our seats.

We arrived at ATL at the BCOD and if you know us, you’ll know we obviously had food on the brain.  Cafe Intermezzo came highly recommended so as soon as we got our hands on a little rental car, we headed to Midtown for some grub.  Totally worth the detour.  We didn’t have much time to hang out in Atlanta, so we just took a quick walk around the Midtown area and then hit the road to Savannah.

*Side note: If you are considering driving from Atlanta to Savannah to see a bit of the state?  No need.  That was our plan. But after the first hour of green trees upon green trees upon green tress, we realized this was going to be a long 4 hour drive.  We mostly took shifts sleeping.  And as soon as we got to our hotel in Savannah – more sleeping.

But when we finally woke up, duuuude, we were ready to party.

Just kidding.  We walked around a bit, enjoying the warm night air.  We marveled at how much the riverfront looked like Pirates of the Caribbean.  We ate dinner at B. Matthews (holla!) and bought gophers from a candy shop for dessert.  Contrary to popular belief, these gophers were not ground-dwelling fur balls, but mouth-dwelling walnut and caramel balls.  Yummy.

After our tummies were satisfied (again) we slept some more.  Like 10 hours worth.  Yeeeeeeah. Perfect start to a childless vacation.  Oh yes, you heard that right!