Southern gothic

We saw lots of Spanish moss on trees in Georgia. It especially likes Live Oaks, but we also saw it on Cypress and other trees. There was a flyer in our Bed & Breakfast that told of the legend of the Spanish moss. It goes sort of like this: back in the olden days, a bearded Spanish sailor "bought" a native woman, intending to make her his, um, wife. To get away from him, she climbed up a tree and from there, jumped into the river below. He climbed up after her, but his beard got caught in the tree. In the meantime, the woman swam away. Not sure what happened to the man, but 400 years later, pieces of his beard are still found in trees all across the Deep South.

While we were in Georgia, we stayed at the Brunswick Manor in the St. Simons Suite. Our gracious and knowledgeable host, Rusty, recommended a restaurant in downtown Brunswick called Cargo Portside Grill, where we had an amazing Saturday night dinner which included lots of Gorgonzola cheese (those who were there will reminisce this trivial statement with a smile). Brunswick also has an amazing wine shop called True Vine. I was rather impressed with their selection. They even had an Austrian Grüner Veltliner, which I rarely find in the States. And Spanish Cava, too!

Anyway, that's the last of the photos and stories from our recent trip to Georgia's Golden Isles. Come back again soon to see what else we've been up to!