Well I’m in Paris but I don’t know that it really counts.  I’m sitting is the AirFrance Skylounge having an espresso and a croissant.  That’s about as French as this trip will get I think.  I’m joined at my table by a couple of Norwegian men and a lady who won’t talk to any of us.  It is crowded and feels very European.   I have slept about an hour and a half in the past 24 and have one more flight before arriving in Norway later this afternoon….  hopefully if I confuse my body enough it will automatically adjust to Norway time and boom I’m a rockstar.

Again I have been delinquent in my postings but rest assured I have been out and about.  Charleston was great and I enjoyed catching up with old co-workers. I loved Savannah and can see why people end up staying after a visit.  Thanksgiving in Florida was lovely and it was great to be able to spend it with family.

I have left Gordy in the capable hands of able bodied Floridians and am off to Europe for a couple of weeks.  I’ll try to reflect more later but until then… enjoy the photos.

 

Look….. it’s a Bulldog in front of a Bulldog.  We’re in Charleston.

 

Folley Beach… I guess we have the place to ourselves!

 

That is not a treat Gordy…. it’s a horseshoe crabshell.

 

 

Just chillaxin with the Gordy. I was going to write down my reflections but did this instead.  You can imagine how deep my thoughts were.

 

Looking out the rear.

 

 

Downtown Charleston.

 

Gordy Wasn’t sure what to do with the water fowl.

 

These are the best people a guy could have shared a weekly phone call with for the past couple of years.  The group at MUSC that worked with the data for the trial I had been working with.  It was nice to be able to stop in for a  visit and see everyone.

 

What’s up Emily…. Are you ready for this?

 

Gordy can be very particular about who he befriends and the time that this may take.

“No.  I will not talk to you”

 

“You are talking to me… I will act indifferent.”

 

“Why did you stop kissing my ear… you are my new best friend”

 

Tybee beach in Savannah

 

 

 

 

I like to see the different groups of people that gather to share a beach at sunset.

 

 

 

The first in my series of “people taking selfies”

 

Am I out with Miley?

 

These two are obviously awesome.

 

She’s jacked.

 

Miley and friends again.

 

Savannah Kubb nights.

 

Hanging on the porch enjoying the evening.

 

Then the circus came to the backyard.

 

 

This is just how the G-Man rolls.  Welcome to the van.

 

The Spanish Moss was pretty great everywhere.  This was headed into a state park.

 

Just a typical Tuesday in Savannah.

 

Bike Tours.

 

 

HEEEEEEYYYYYYY!!!!!!

 

Don’t miss Mrs Wilkes’s… it was awesome.

 

This is totally the meal I should have chosen before trying Bikram for the first time.  Kris teaches and invited me to class for the night.

 

Hanging at the Bean.

 

 

Finally making Emily learn a little of the city history on a carriage tour.

 

If you’ve seen Forrest Gump you might be asking where the feather is….

 

This was the yard that Emily so generously shared with us during our stay.

 

And when thrifting in Savannah you might find a 1991 Twins World Series Pennant.

 

 

Hanging out at “Old Fort Jackson”

 

Savannah is a major shipping port in the U.S.

 

Gordy got on the officer’s bed.

 

 

These guys are professionals.

 

Totally normal to take a walk in the woods in your tux and red had.

 

Wormsloe is awesome.

 

 

Thanks for the memories.

 

Busch League.

 

This is a 600 year old oak in St. Augustine.

 

I need to stop here for now with the captions because my plane is leaving… I’ll edit the post later.