Drive twenty minutes east of Savannah, and you'll roll through a small beach town brimming with pirate statues and palm trees. Strongly resembling Virginia's Eastern Shore, Tybee Island was charming and quaint, with several souvenir shops and small restaurants. We only spent a couple hours on the beach before heading back to Savannah, but it was a nice trip off the beaten path. The sandy shores on the coastline were filled with shallow tide pools and a volleyball net stood near the Tybee Island Pier. Families lounged under colorful umbrellas as Michael and I walked barefoot through the saltwater waves. There's something about the beach that will never get old to me. Maybe it's because I grew up on the water with a father who loved to fish and a mother who loved to lay in the sun. To this day, a walk along the ocean is my number one way to de-stress. Savannah Beach had the same soothing effect. Tybee Island's souvenir shops were...interesting, for lack of a better word. They were stocked with the usual cheesy t-shirts, hermit crabs with extravagantly decorated shells, and coastal decor with painted phrases like, Gone fishing. In one particular corner of the store, however, were several vulgar knick knacks laden with sexual innuendos (and blunt sexual references, as well). Okay, they were kind of funny - really funny, actually - but totally unexpected in what seemed to be such a family-friendly beach town! This gave the city a humorous twist. We had a good laugh before hitting the road.