Savannah, GA

We continued our 20th Celebration Vacation in Savannah, GA.  We waited until the last minute to book a room and ended up staying at the Judge White Cottage, built in 1799.  It was a gamble, but we decided to go for it.

You start to wonder if you've made a good choice on your lodging when all the tour guides drive their vehicles right past the front door of the place you're going to stay for four nights, including the Hearse Ghost Tours!

Then you really start to wonder when your husband reads the guestbook the first night you're there and very casually mentions that one of the guests saw a ghost.  What!?  I vowed to NOT read that book until our last morning there.  I also refused to read the chapter on 'our' cottage in Savannah's Little Crooked Houses: If These Walls Could Talk until our last morning.

During our stay, I blamed any any unrecognizable sounds as 'old house' noises and any misplaced items on Howard (he'll find this out when he reads this).  By the way, as I write this post, Howard is playing primary songs.  It's an odd combination - pleasant children's music and creepy ghost stories.

On checkout morning, I finally read the guestbook.  This third entry gave me pause.  Why didn't Joe finish his Day 2 entry?  I want to know what happened to Joe!  By the way, there were many other guests who did NOT have close encounters of the third kind.  We didn't write anything in the book.  When in doubt, leave it out.

Our cottage, along with a few other historical cottages, was located on Greene Square - one of 22 squares in Savannah.  Homeless folks, rather than tourists, seemed to hang out in this square.  One day as we were walking only a few blocks from the cottage, a woman driving past us felt the need to stop to warn us that we were leaving the nice part of town.  We weren't just afraid of being inside the house!

This back room addition to the entire 734 square feet contained a kitchen and a bathroom.  The kitchen leaned a little so the fridge was on shims.  We had everything we needed to make a few meals 'at home'.  The water pressure was powerful in the very tiny, but updated shower.  Taking a shower in there was akin to being attacked with multiple blow darts, minus the poison.

The backyard patio of the cottage was a bit unkempt, but still quite charming.  It was too hot to ever sit at the cute little wrought iron patio table.  It would've induced an immediate hot flash!

Do these steps make my feet look big?  This is the ladder staircase up to the bedroom.

Fortunately, during our four nights I only had to make a few midnight bathroom trips downstairs.  My new little flashlight came in very handy.

These three interior photos come from our hosts' airbnb webpage.  This is exactly what it looked like.  It was extremely clean for a 200+ year old house.  This is our third airbnb adventure, and they have all been adventures!  But seriously, you have to stay at the Judge White Cottage at least once!

And one last random photo.  This one is for my dad, who was a professional mason in his younger years and who built or rebuilt every fireplace in all of our childhood homes.  This building was next to our cottage and was made of handmade bricks.

It is really hard for me to write short blog posts.  I get going and I can't stop myself.  Imagine, this post is just telling about where we stayed in one place!