From Chaos Comes Happiness

(This is a continuing story about a recent trip I took with my dear friend, Peggy, to Georgia. You can start at the beginning of our adventure at   this blog post ,  and continue to read one after another.)  When I last left you, we had just finished our walk through THE haunted house in Plains, Georgia. Truth be told, we were absolutely fine during that quick look at the house, and how I would have just been GIDDY had a door closed on its own, or something strange took place while we were there - but I am happy to report that other than an eerie feeling , we did just fine.  So, we moved on . . . and our next destination was The Boyhood Farm of President Carter.  Carter Family Farm  Can you believe that I took about 10 pictures of the dining room table (full of "fake" food), and the kitchen and bathroom . . . but failed to take a picture of the actual exterior of the house? I guess that is what happens when there is food around (fake or no...

(This is a continuing story about a recent trip I took with my dear friend, Peggy, to Georgia. You can start at the beginning of our adventure at this blog post , and continue to read one after another.)  After a great night's sleep at Plains Historic Inn, we woke to a beautiful sun filled morning and could really take a closer look at the Inn. Nicole arrived bright and early at 9am on our first day, and we sat in the lovely kitchen area of the Inn feeling as comfortable as if we were in our very own homes. Before I start on the adventures of Monday, I have to talk a little bit more about Plains Historic Inn. Housed on the second floor of 106 Main Street (right above the Antiques Mall), this charming inn far exceeded my expectations. The decor was darling, with each guest room furnished in a decade from the 1920s to the 1980s. It is decorated so beautifully - with such attention to every little detail. Inviting and comfortable, I felt welcomed the minute we walked in. ...

Our Adventure to Georgia . . . let me jump right in, dear friends!! My friend and traveling partner, Peggy, pulled into my driveway at 4:00am on Sunday, 3/31, and we were ready! There was an unmentioned understanding between both of us that we were doing this trip  for Laura, so to say we were eager to start would almost be an understatement. By 4:15am (Chicago time), the car was packed, things we needed access to (the popcorn, snacks, water and maps) were nestled within arms reach, and we were buckled up and rolling down my block . . . in complete and total darkness. We were ready.  After a quick stop for coffee, the Sun woke up some time while in Indiana, and at that very second that I knew we were going to experience some special moments during this trip . . . this being the first. The most beautiful beam of sunshine was heading straight up to the heavens that day, and how I wish you could have seen it in person (some things don't translate well through my digita...