After looking at our options, Steve and I decided to spend our week checking out Charleston and Savannah. We heard they're beautiful, and within a day's drive of home so we wouldn't have to shell out last-minute airfare. (Note: Yes, we had trip insurance, but the way it works wouldn't allow us to cancel and rebook a new cruise.) So we spent Saturday repacking, regrouping, reading new travel guides, and hanging out with Steve's parents who came to watch Olivia for the week.
*We noticed a lot of properties on the market and our tour guide explained that people don't consider how much work is involved in keeping up an old house, plus any changes to the exterior must be approved by the architectural review board and they're slow and strict. Our carriage tour guide said their motto is, "You have every right not to own a house here."
Savannah: Charleston's younger, hipper, slightly more irreverent sister. Our hotel lobby had beautiful gray-brick arches and pine floors - not your mama's Hampton Inn. We walked along the river (first taking the steep steps and cobblestone road down to River Street) and got pralines and ice cream for lunch (yes, really). Then we walked around a few of the squares and City Market. I was impressed at the artwork represented here vs. Charleston; the latter just didn't do it for me but I love seeing artists working in their studios right in historic downtown. Savannah is home to one of the largest art schools on the east coast, so art students abound and necessitate multiple full-service art supply stores. (I got lino blocks, annealed steel wire, washi paper, and a mini notebook for jotting down designs.)