A short forty-five minute drive from my new diggs you can be in chintzy Bavarian heaven. I'd never been to Helen, so I decided to take the girls and see what all the fuss was about. Aside from a traffic jam...yes, traffic jam...(only in my Universe does this happen) in Cleveland, GA., the ride was uneventful. It reminded me a little bit of our drive to Dollywood years ago, minus the one-stop-shop wedding chapel/small engine repair/putt-putt golf! There was no shortage of cheesy log cabins with jacuzzi tubs for rent. The antiques market must be a booming business because there seemed to be one every hundred yards or so—even my daughter remarked at the spectacle...Mom, that's not even an antique shop...it's someone's house. That's unky.....
Pulling into this mock little German town I expected...I don't know what I expected. Having actually been to Germany, I could see some symmetry, but my girls laughed...laughed! Look at the Subway...hahaha...look at the Days Inn...hahaha...look at the Wendy's...hahaha...You get my point. Their laughter cracked me up, and by the time we pulled in to park we were all laughing hysterically. We laughed even more shopping at the Hansel and Gretel candy store where my youngest had to have decorative gumballs. Two of them set me back eight bucks. Mommy's laughter was a controlled attempt to keep from screaming. A little cursing under my breath quelled the urge, and I felt a little better. After strolling around, taking the mandatory tourist snapshots and popping in some of the overly priced tourist trap novelty shops (where, btw, the girls each had to have a bag of shiny rocks) they were ready to leave. I looked at my watch—we'd only been there thirty minutes.
So, now I can say that I've been to Helen, GA. I paid eight dollars for a couple of gumballs and got twenty dollars worth of shiny rocks. I made a memory today, though, with my girls and you can't put a price on that!!
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