Culture shock in the south

For those of you who remember the Bean, here's his height in his Bean outfit at one year.  He looks like a Jamaican.

Culture shock is setting in as we go further south.  The accentswere the first indication, then the changing tables in the bathrooms disappeared and then there were things like hot boiled peanuts in a convenience store, and I included proof of this.  We have changed our diet so completely that the food on the trip is making us sick.  Yesterday, we still had snacks, cheese and breakfast with the Amandas that was normal, but we started with Hardee’s breakfast biscuits today and while this used to be a treat, we both just felt sick.  And you can’t put Oscar down anywhere in these places because you can practically see the sheen of grease on the floor.  We stopped at a hotel at the bottom of Georgia because that’s the only place that I could think of where there would be carpet on the floor so that he could crawl around and not get filthy like in the Macon beverage outlet that we stopped at to get some scotch for John.  Oscar enjoyed it there because there were bottles everywhere and wide aisles to crawl down, he kept returning to the wine cellar room because it was the one place I told him “no” because I couldn’t have afforded it if he broke anything in there.  He was a hit with the staff too because I don’t think many people are bringing their infants into a liquor superstore, but we might as well hit CPS in every state we go through.  We are hitting rain everywhere and at times it’s really bad, so that means that I-75 is bad both ways.  It was stopped several times for wrecks and they closed down both sides past the beverage place for one wreck that took out the guardrails in the median….We’re cutting over to a small highway to go the rest of the way down, because of the traffic and the rain combo.