It’s definitely heating up, and I think we made it out of Florida before the real heat n’ humidity kicked in. Thing is, Georgia is only a couple notches less than Florida, and for some reason, it’s making it difficult for me to sleep. Never having suffered from lack of sleep, it’s a little weird – a little uncomfortable. But, hey, my new schedule allows for unplanned siestas! (Actually, it isn’t such a “new” schedule – it’s been exactly one year today, that I’ve had this freedom.)
I’ve also received my share of mosquito bites. I dodged them in Florida, but here they have found my vulnerable spots: the bottom of my foot, my scalp, and between my fingers. Darn them!
As soon as we crossed the Florida/Georgia border, it was all “Yes, ma’am” and “Yes, sir.” Gentlemen hold doors for me. And, get this, standing in line at a Subway (fast food), two young men who happened to be ahead of me in line, offered me cuts – like, you know, “ladies first?” I drew the line there.
Another observation is the influence of the Civil War. Woody was thrilled we’ll have some opportunity to explore this part of our nations history while in Georgia. (Our preliminary research on other Civil War destinations turned up not dog friendly.)
The Confederacy appears to still be revered. I have found the brazen waving of the Confederate flag offensive, however it must mean something else here. I see it everywhere, and I want to find out why.
And, when the billboards started boasting Peach World only 58 miles – I knew we would have to stop. I adore roadside fruit stands. And, as luck would have it, we arrived on the first day they had fresh peaches for the season! What hospitality too, or, more likely, they know how to push product, I tasted peach slushy, peach wine, peach bread and peach salsa. No matter how hard I tried to limit because we have no refrigeration, no storage, no….
they made certain I walked away with plenty of small, no refrigeration necessary, goodies. Peaches on cereal, on the grill, in our salads and dribbling down our chins. Yum!