For our honeymoon, we settled on Savannah, Georgia. I vaguely remember going there as a kid and seeing all of the live oaks, Spanish moss, and large grassy plains. And so I figured what could be a more romantic spot than a place that resembles a wild African jungle?
We both had a blast and learned a lot about Savannah's history starting off from the first settlers landing there up to modern day. I think my favorite bit of history was the War of Jenkin's Ear which was fought between the Spanish Floridians and the then British Savannahians. Apparently what had happened is that a British sea captain named Jenkin was doing his thing out on the open sea and was headed home to Savannah, but then the killjoy Spaniards boarded his ship and told him to hand over his booty. Jenkin probably said something like, "Can you say that again in my good ear?" which the Spaniards saw as an opportunity for dark humor and lopped his ear off before absconding with the loot.
This went over with the British like passing gas in church. They gathered up as many men and guns as they could and proceeded to route the Spanish while yelling, "REMEMBER JENKIN'S EAR!"
And on that note our historical tour segued into a tour of the places and events featured in "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil," which seeing the actual places and the background of the more colorful characters just made you stop and think, "By God...These people were real and they were *(&!#@ crazy."
While in Savannah we toured the Mercer house, saw several Federal style buildings, and had the most fried food in our whole lives. I thought Paula Deen's restaurant was just ok. It was expensive food that's just a few steps up from the standard fare you could find at a K&W Cafeteria. However, her brother Bubba's restaurant was waaay better. We got oysters and po' boys there, and then trekked over to Tybee Island the following day to go to the crab shack where we had crawfish and crabcake sammiches.
And so with our heads full of the newly discovered information and our stomachs full of fried low-country cooking we bid adieu to Savannah and drove back to Richmond.