More on my exploits

Dearest Friend,

Today I got a postcard from you. It was very nice of you to pay all those yaun (yen?) to send me your thoughts. I like the picture; it is pretty. I was trying to think what it would look like if Zhao took it and it was one of her artistic shots. I then realized I would not be able to have recognized the building as the picture would have been of a crack in the sidewalk.

Your anecdotes about China amuse me greatly. I like to laugh at you being harassed by a billion people. It brightens my day.

Some thoughts on Savannah. Why does it have an H at the end? Moving on. It is really hot there, another really freaking hot southern city. However it is very charming, the people are warm and very helpful. Alright most embarrassing moment- I went to one of those old houses to go take a tour by myself because my mom decided that sitting by the pool constitutes seeing a city- pathetic. Anyway, I show up 20 minutes before the next tour and for some reason the woman behind the giftshop desk decided that she needs to make small talk with me and tell me all about how she moved to Savannah from Charleston and how I should go see Beauford. I of course counter her small talk with my own; what is the impact of the convention center on tourism, how historical preservation is carried out, how I admire the architectural splendor. You know the usual stuff I say to people that is indicative of my upbringing. However, during the course of your conversation, I began to notice that all of a sudden my accent changed and i was doing my sort or really slowed down speech. It got awkward; you would have been embarrassed for (by) me.

I did quite a few things while I was there. I took a city tour which was a bit overpriced but informative. I wandered around all those beautiful squares walked into the Catholic church, went to mass. I bought some ice cream and ate it by the river per your request; it was very refreshing in the heat of a Savannah afternoon. I got a lemonade and strolled around. The best part was that Roman Holiday was playing at the movie theater and I went with my mom. Seeing that movie with all those people and hearing their reactions made me realize how funny that movie was, so much more than I had remembered it. The impression that the city left me with was one of an eerie charm; the way the moss hangs down from the tress gives the feeling of decay and perhaps of the city being held by its past. We stayed there for four days or so and then we headed north to go to Charleston, but you will just have to wait for the next installment to hear about that. I hope you are doing very well and staying out of trouble. Eleanor.