Savannah, GA USA
I can tell you nothing about casinos in Las Vegas. Neither shall I discuss the continental climate of the Michigan State. However, the small Savannah Airport hotel and its surroundings have become my specialty by the end of the third week spent there.
“America is the land of comfort!” – was the first thought that stroke me involuntarily.
You don’t have to think just about anything: dismiss your brain, go have lunch. Everything is being taken care of, just don’t forget your credit card and the keys of your car, because Americans do not walk on foot.
If you enter a supermarket (Walmart is a very popular one), you should either have magical powers to have a way of knowing where the product you’re looking for is located, or use a motor scooter to ransack the building. It’s true, that they put these notes listing what is to be found in every row. Practical grocery shopping, however, proves these sings to be not very helpful.
Now as you step out, pushing the cart in front of you filled with goods, inhaling the humid, choking air, your eyes automatically locate the glittering roof of your car on the parking lot as you approach it. You open the door of your car, get inside and turn the key… but wait! Driving is a topic that requires special attention.
Driving a car in Savannah is almost fun. As well as crossing the streets and waiting for the traffic light to turn green. At some point you get used to the triple “stop” signs. And to “one way” words written under a one-way arrow sign accompanying huge letters on the left lane saying: “left lane must turn left” along with an arrow turning left. A friendly male voice notifying that you may now “walk to the other side of the street” amuses only the first few times you hear it. As days go by it all feels as casual and natural as it can possibly be. Looks like the Georgia Department of Transportation does its best to provide a relaxing experience both to pedestrians and the lucky ones at the wheel.
Meal portions in restaurants and cafes are quite big, comparing to Europe. You should be careful before ordering – count the persons at your table first and order in a 1:2 ratio (e.g. one salad for at least two people). But let’s not generalize: there are places in Savannah and South Carolina (cheap, small cafes and snack-bars) where what stands for ‘Caesar’ is few poor salad leafs covered with suspicious dressing and ‘coffee’ is just another word for brown, impossible swill.
Summer nights are short and our time is out soon – hospitable, humid Savannah state is becoming history. I think of New York on my way to the airport. I believe the big city is waiting for our rendezvous as much as I do.