My first time visiting Savannah

My first visit to Savannah as a foreign student felt like stepping into a postcard. The cobblestone streets, lined with ancient oak trees draped in Spanish moss, carried a quiet charm I had only seen in movies. Walking through Forsyth Park, I marveled at the grand fountain, its water sparkling in the afternoon sun. The scent of fresh pralines lured me into a small candy shop by the river, where I had my first taste of the sweet, buttery treat. As I stood by the Savannah River, watching the boats glide by, I felt a mix of excitement and nostalgia—excited for the journey ahead, yet reminded of home. That first evening, under the warm glow of street lamps, I knew I had arrived somewhere special.