It was "Mid-Winter Break" from school for Taiyo. We briefly escaped brutal northern weather and found ourselves in milder climate of South Carolina. We landed in Savannah, Georgia, then drove to Hilton Head Island, which was mostly occupied with golf courses and old people. It was chillier than I hoped it to be, but at 50 degrees it still felt like spring. If we saw the sun it would've been much nicer! But in this little trip we were welcomed by gloomy gray sky. Yet we walked on the beach, dipped in outdoor pool at the hotel, and had lots of bad pizza, Taiyo's primary diet. Taiyo ate most of them happily, although they were pretty bad in my opinion, even at the 'New York style pizza' restaurant. One pizza he really couldn't handle was kid's meal at Crazy Crab restaurant- well, it looked really bad and I didn't want to taste it. Kids meals are usually pretty bad in any restaurant- they look horrible and taste cheap, but somehow kids usually dig it and it's a bit cheaper than regular plates. My plate was also bad at this touristy joint. Taiyo had the best time at "Sandbox," a cute little children's museum housed in a little house. I loved walking around at Coastal Discovery museum under trees draped with Spanish moss. It was quite enchanted scenery and atmosphere down there. Next time I would love to visit Savannah, or Charleston, I was thinking on our flight back north. "When are we ever gonna go to a same vacation?" Taiyo asked me. "I don't know," I said, "There's so many places to see!"

It's only early February and it feels like we're having a long winter. Is it just me, because I've been cooking non-stop for the past month since 1) we are busy, or 2) it's cold? Or we ARE indeed having a long winter because of global warming. Or little bit of both. You can pretty much blame anything on global warming. But I think it was more of still feeling the effect of bank bailout of 2008 that I gave my back out -a little- on Monday. Heat packs and long soaks got me through to Wednesday, and finally I had time to get to a Chinese massage place on St. Marks. Unfortunately I didn't get my usual wonderful therapist and instead I got this young man who gave me a super sissy massage before. Well, he may have read my mind and was going to revenge. This time I got a seriously torturous and horrible massage. It was like everything was wrong. I thought he was really wrong to be working as a massage therapist. Maybe I should've told him. It was really, really, extremely horrible experience. I'm so looking forward to our little vacation next week to a bit warmer place in South Carolina.