A Visit to the Hostess City of the South :: Personal Narrative Writing

A Visit to the Hostess metropolis of the second In 1994 John Berendt whispered a tale of murder and poop in a quaint Southern town that took the nation by storm. Berendts novel, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil spent to a greater extent time on the New York Times Bestseller List than any early(a) piece of fiction or nonfiction. This tale of a murder and another(prenominal) oddities which Savannah tucks away in its proverbial closet takes graze during the 1980s and 1990s. Upon reading this novel I became obsessed with the idea of tour Savannah, and in 2002 I was able to make this obsession a reality. With a much needed Spring Break in sight, my boyfriend and I decided to take a weekend jaunt to the Hostess City of the South. After our classes were over and our bags were packed, we finally headed out of Tallahassee on the afternoon of March 8th. We traveled east on I-10 and drove the mind-numbing 166 grayback stretch to Jacksonville. The sad thing about interstates is that they are generally categorical with yet an occasional view of different scenery. We breezed past the generic palm and even more generic patches of forest that characterize I-10 along the Florida Panhandle. short after merging with I-95 north of Jacksonville the area surrounding the interstate morphed into swamp as we crossed the Nassau, and later St. Marys Rivers. We whizzed by an abundance of saw grass and swamp cypress, which was a nice change from the pine away forests of Florida. Another change that we noticed around Brunswick, Georgia was the gas pricesonly $0.99/gallon Of course, we stopped to fill up and then proceeded to drive the cardinal miles to our hotel in Hardeeville, South Carolina. Hardeeville was only fifteen miles from Savannah and we had a empty hotel room there courtesy of a Ramada rewards program. The lax South Carolina laws on fireworks sales have made it a very lucrative affair judgin g from all of the highway signs.