After that, we came back to our room, took showers and watched the US Women beat Columbia is what was less a soccer game than a merciless slaughter. Go USA! We hit the hay at 9:30 to the sound of firecrackers and barking dogs. I was too tired to care.
The first full day, I woke up at 5:00 as usual, and decided to try to hold still so Sean could sleep. When he started to rustle at 6:00, I took that as an opportunity to ask if we could go jog.
We silently got ready to jog, and headed down the creaky stairs. Sean said that was one more strike against the bed and breakfast, the fact that we had to be silent for a 6:00 A.M. jog. If we were in a hotel, we wouldn’t have to creep down the stairs like weirdos.
We went for a wog (walk/jog) so we could talk to each other, and then headed back to the Inn for a nap (Sean) and for me to worry about breakfast. I’m used to eating between 5:00-6:00 A.M. So an 8:30 breakfast time included a long, killer wait. Fortunately, I had an apple (I could taste the pesticides… no seriously, there was a waxy coating of something on the apple that I could not wash off), and a LaraBar to hold me over.
While I waited for breakfast and freaked out as to whether it was at 8:00 or 8:30 (a girl can’t miss her breakfast), Sean tried to take a little nap. However, my food stresses didn’t really allow him much of a respite. Oops!
After breakfast we spent the morning at the beach and the afternoon walking the town. We walked A LOT on Tybee Island. It’s a little over 2 miles long and only ¾ a mile wide. We walked from one end to the other twice, sometimes more, times a day. Over the course of our whole vacation, we probably walked about 20+ miles. That doesn’t include morning jogs.
On Sunday night, July 3 the town celebrated Independence Day with fireworks on the pier. Because the beach is all of 2 miles long, we were able to take a few towels, walk a mile from our bed and breakfast, and watch the fireworks go off in the distance. It was awesome. The beach was packed with people. And when the fireworks were done, the whole beach erupted in cheers and applause.
It was an awesome feeling.
The next day we spent the morning at the beach again and decided to use the afternoon for exploring the history of the island. Mornings at the beach were nice because the breeze off the ocean kept us fairly cool (I’m not gonna lie, it was still hot), and there weren’t too many people and they weren’t too drunk yet. Although the time of day didn’t much stop them. Groups of young kids (our age probably) broke out the booze at 9:00 A.M. or as soon as they arrived. Beer with breakfast? No thanks.