My family had never gone on any kind of vacation longer than a weekend trip before. My mother decided randomly one day to take a trip that summer. She promised me that I could choose our vacation spot so she asked my opinion. Well, I knew we didn’t have any money to travel very far, so I decided that Paris was out of the question, or somewhere very expensive, well, there goes New York, so I left the options open. I simply said that I wanted to go to a bigger city and not to a beach.
I assumed she would choose Chicago or Indianapolis but instead she chose to take us to Tybee Island in Georgia. Well, it is a very small little town making it not meet my first requirement since it was actually smaller than my hometown of Owensboro. Also, it is an island. Island’s have beaches. Making it not meet my second requirement. So, as a sixteen year old girl I was not happy about this turn of events.
I climbed in the backseat with all of my junk crammed around me. We drove overnight, hoping to beat the traffic in Atlanta. We succeeded in that, I would assume, as we arrived at our beach side condo right on time. We go exploring around Tybee. There was the beach, some restaurants, the beach, a few stores, and the beach. So we went to the beach. I was a sixteen year old girl on the beach with my parents and a stepbrother half my age. So I sat on the edge of the ocean and gazed, dreaming of course of my boyfriend I left back at home. We went to eat some delicious fresh seafood and then went back to the beach.
Finally, we went on an excursion off the island to Savannah. Savannah has beautiful Spanish moss hanging everywhere and is a big city that feels like a smaller town, on the river anyway. We went to many restaurants that I loved, stores I only wish I could afford, took a ghost tour of the city, and a tour of all of the pirate hotspots. Johnny Depp being my favorite actor and the recent release of the Pirates of the Caribbean, pirates were the highlight of the trip. We even ate at a restaurant that used to be a hotel popular with pirates. Tours that went down to the basement, where they kept the alcohol and where pirates shanghaied their fellow pirates, kept passing and I ached to see it. Unfortunately, however, you had to be eighteen to attend. Noticing what I wanted my waiter suggested, off the record of course, that I sneak down there with them. I prepared to run down there with the next group I saw; only none ever passed.
We explored the city nearly every day only returning to Tybee to sleep. We saw the house where the true story of Midnight in the Garden of Good or Evil took place and attempted to eat at Our Lady and Sons, a celebrated restaurant run by a food network star. I bought some souvenirs, all of which are displayed in my room currently. And sooner than I would have liked our trip was over.
We packed up all of our bags and said goodbye to the island. We drove again through the night back home to Owensboro. When we arrived I realized just how much I actually enjoyed my vacation. This just goes to show that if you open yourself up to other possibilities you may get a pleasant surprise.
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