I have worked on location in some beautiful places.
I have spent months in tourist destinations that people save for a lifetime to have their dream vacation in.
I know how lucky I am for that, however the reality is that we rarely get to see much of an area outside of the locations we're filming at.
And I see a lot more than the majority of people on the crew, because I'm out there shopping and searching for one needle-in-a-haystack after another. I end up seeing a much different side of cities than your average tourist and I love that.
There are times though that I really wish I could have seen and done the things that a place is known for.
The family and I had made a trip to Savannah as tourists one summer and what we all remember was how ungodly hot it was. It's known for its beautiful parks and its walk-ability but when we went it was gross and sticky and when the sun wasn't melting us it would rain buckets, just to help keep the humidity nice and high.
The weather while I was in Savannah this last time was absolutely perfect, incredibly gorgeous.
Shooting at Forsyth Park at least got me to one of the Top 10 attractions that Savannah has to offer.
But even then, I wasn't able to visit the Fragrant garden for the blind or seek out the Candler Oak tree.
I could have snuck away to both had I known they were there, but I was busy dealing with miles of ribbons and concentric painted circles on one of the open fields.
One day, I took a long lunch and ended up at the Pirates House, a historic restaurant and tavern established in 1753 located downtown. That was after strolling along the very touristy River Street, a cobblestone street lined with souvenir shops, sidewalk cafés and seafood joints. It was a bit much, even for me.
I did come back to River Street for a hat I saw and a hand full of stocking stuffers.
On my last day on the commercial the few of us that were still around went out for one last lunch at a Savannah legend, Mrs. Wilkes Dining Room which is set in a former boarding house and run by the Wilkes family since 1943.
It was pretty amazing.
They have family-style/communal seating, which can oftentimes lend itself to some amazing experiences, but since there were eight of us we ended up with our own table.
They don't have a menu. You eat what they bring you, just like back at home. It is pretty darn delicious.
I ended up eating way too much, imagine that.
The four hour drive back to Atlanta was, well, between the seat-belt feeling like it was at its limit and the food-coma,...it was tough, but worth it.
I probably gained 10 pounds that afternoon.