The Trip Home...

Saturday

We started out with Starbucks, filled up with fuel and a $6 pizza with a free liter of Orange Soda, then we hit the road for Cocoa beach. Again, I wore my sunscreen and did not get sun burnt. This was Leslie’s first time to a beach. It was exciting, plus I just love the beach. We spent about 3 hours at the beach and then headed on down the road to St. Augustine’s historical downtown. We ate at a really neat Taco Shop, pretty authentic. We explored the stores more and then hit the road again for Savannah, Georgia.

It was really sad to leave Orlando and know that I wasn’t coming back to Patterson Court after the day at the beach and all the roomies had parted different ways as well. But Leslie and I managed and she put up with me.

Sunday

We decided to be adventurous and go outside of our comfort zone to attend a local church in Savannah – Overcoming faith church. Their pastor, Ricky Temple, recently published a book –Why Smart People Make Dumb Choices. At the end of the service, he asked where his visitors were again and gave it to the visitors (Leslie and I). After church, we hit the mall for some shopping time, then we headed over to Juliette Gordon Low’s Birthplace House for a tour. That night we had dinner in Atlanta with Sunny Hylton, one of my Miss Teen Directors. It was great to see her and catch up.

Juliette Low just had an amazing story. Besides the fact that she founded Girl Scouts in America, she was also extremely creative and artsy too. Her house carries so much history within it. I’m really glad I had to opportunity to stop and visit. I’d love to take a Girl Scout Troop back sometime in the future.

Monday

We slept in and then at some brunch at Ihop, but they were out of hashbrowns! Thirty minutes later, I was taking an exit on the edge of Birmingham, AL when Jetta died on us. I had her in fifth gear and as I slowed down for traffic, I did not put her into neutral so the next time I accelerated, I killed it. No big deal right? Usually, I switch the key off and start her right back up. Well, this time she decided not to start for me. The battery was completely dead; I did not even have enough juice to run my flashers.

One lady tried to stop and help us, but she didn’t quite know what she was doing with the jumper cables so we told her “Thank you” and let her go on her way. Fortunately the state of Alabama has something called ASAP (Alabama Service and Assistance Patrol). A man came out in his big yellow truck and helped us to roll start Jetta and we drove her to an Exxon to have the battery replaced.

After this incident, Leslie and I decided we were ready to be home. We had fulfilled our adventure for the week. We ended up driving all night and reached Guymon at 6AM on Tuesday morning.