"Tybee! It's The Island Life For Me!"

 

Man-eating shark, John!

We've arrived.  This is it!   Tybee Island!  Where everyone's laid back, the shops are inviting, the fish are fresh, the fauna is intriguing, the air is breathe-easy, and the ocean waters call "Come-hither."  

Our bellies called, too.  After a wonderful night in the Royal Palm motel, which was recently renovated in aqua Retro Mid-Century, we voted to eat at Sunrise Restaurant.  Not only did the waitress visit with us as we ate our spinach omelettes, and pecan waffle, but the couple at the next table turned to say hello, as well.  

Later for lunch we'd eat at Sting Rays.  It has always been so popular that we could never get in unless waiting in line for a long time.  Today, we went early and got a table in the open-air dining area with plank wood floor.  The table was set with galvanized buckets holding condiments and a roll of paper towels.  Ian and Nikki savored their crusted blackened tuna steaks accompanied by sesame ginger sauce.  

This is the day we get our golf cart!  Yay!  

It's the only way we like to travel.  John in the back, "I get to relax.  You do the driving."  With me at the wheel, Keeper of the Key, the owner reminds us of the rules:  no driving on the highway, obey rules just like a car, everyone stay buckled, and only cross at stoplights.  This time it was an electric cart, not gas, so we had to plug in every night to re-juice.  

The owner of the motel kindly, and she was very kind in all ways, let us into the padlocked utility room to plug in the 25 ft. cord to the auxillary battery charger.  Every day we pulled in and out of our back alley parking spot next to the stinking, and I do mean stench emitting, dumpster.  No complaints, though, it was a hundred times more convenient than going back to the Tybee Golf Carts to re-charge every night.

And we're off!

At the Island Style shop, Ian and Nikki were looking for sandals, so John and I explored outside.  No sooner than we played in the mouth of a shark, did workers come along and caution-tape him off.  This giant gray roadside attraction with wide mouth exposing white teeth was made for kid play.  Too bad, we're not kids, but we did play, LOL.  As we drove away, we saw the workers giving Jaws a new paint job.

Turn the key, push the back-up button, give it some gas, everyone look left and right and behind, "All clear?" 

"Let's go!"

Trendals of fine hair in the face, dung colored hat blown off, all eyes alert for unusual sights, John and I show Ian and Nikki the little things we love about Tybee.

"Watch out, it's a manhole!"  Bump!

"Hey, you took that speed bump just a little too fast!"  Whomp!

"Turn here, I wanna see that girl pirate climbing out the window!"  Smack!

"Hey, you took that turn a little too fast, my purse spilled out!"  Tink!

"What was the name of that cottage?"  The Doozy!

"Which one is your favorite?"  "Go Away"

"Are you sure it's not Almost Heaven?"  Silence.

I'm thinking Seas the Day or maybe a moniker more personalized, Bays Treat Retreat.  No matter --

"It's the island life for me!"

Ian @ Sunrise Restaurant, Hi!

Nikki @ Sting Rays, Yum