Well, we're home from the south. What a trip. Things didn't work out quite like I had planned due to some serious illness, but nonetheless everyone will be ok and we made it. My dad's family is from the south, and I always feel so at home, so safe with these people who are so kind, so helpful, so genuinely interested in what you have to say. They stop what they're doing and talk to you and make you feel like they really do want to know the answers to what they're asking you. They'll do anything they can to make your stay more enjoyable. These are people who hug and kiss when they leave each other - where one of the owners is also one of the cooks is also one of the cleaning ladies, etc. etc. The food was amazing, of course, and tons of it - we could never finish it all at any meal. You could order anything fried in the world .... squash, zucchini, scallops, dill pickles, alligator, ocra - you name it, they can fry it and make it taste good, too. Speech takes on a slower drawl, but that doesn't mean they don't know what they're talking about. In fact, a couple of times they laughed at us - like when Tracey asked them "how their water was" - they thought she was a hoot; or when we commented that a man buying lots of fireworks must be having a party and he looked at us like that was just the normal amount of fireworks he buys everyday - doesn't need a party! Or when they couldn't believe we'd actually never been to a Civil War foundry. Shocking, I know! Life just moves a little slower down there, but these people seem happy - oh, they're tired and they work hard, but they're happy. The lake was beautiful and the weather was gorgeous. And by the way, for those of you wondering, the whirlpool was an oversized bathtub with jets, and the BP across the street? Well let's just say don't expect to pay at the pump over there!
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