You probably know that aquariums are family traps, with more kids per square meter that in a kinder garden; not for you, the fancy bachelor or successful blogger fashionista. Loud, excited, running all over the place kids, screaming whenever they see a strange looking fish, which happens every ten seconds. The adult you says that that's a NO no. My advise, just go. Once you get in, you'll be a kid again because, chances are, you haven't seen so many species of crazy looking fish in your entire diving career, though you paid hundreds of dollars cruising the bottom of the oceans after the thousands of dollars for lodging and flight expenses. Marine creatures like wheal sharks with 3 meters wide mouths and throats the size of a nickel and dolphins moonwalking on water. Pay for the behind the scene tour. I never thought I'd go crazy seeing kilometers of pipes, enormous pumps, centrifuges, and complex installations that create artificial waves every two minutes, on the clock, everything behind that keeps 8mil+ gallons of water proper for all the species inhabiting the space. You'll enjoy it even if you're not a plumbing phd.
While you're there, cross the street to the World of Coke museum. I know, you don't drink coke as part of your detox routine, and sugar is the most evil of all foods, way before salt and trans-fats (a new study says so, trust me.) But incorporate it into your Atlanta tour and you won't be sorry. After all, you can start your diet again on Monday. You'll get to taste 60 coca-cola beverages from all aver the world, except Cuba and North Korea, which have national plans agains americanization, thus, no Coke. And see some pop art, like the Coke altarpiece on the left.
|Krispy Cream donuts|
And the appetite will come back naturally. As much as you want to go back and eat a bloody bison again for brunch, resist that instinct and go in the williamsburg part of Atlanta. $15 (or $7 on uber) later, you'll find yourself in front of Tijuana Garage restaurant, a blend of chipped walls and kitchy decoration gathered from 60 years of American cigarette, canned foods, etc, ads coca-cola street banners. Ask for the tacos platter. Thank me later.
|Mary Mac's tea room|
In all my travels though Atlanta I met friendly people (a BIG+.) All asked me where I'm from, and then, astonished, what I'm doing in Atlanta. I should have said I came for a conference, as an easy way out, but I was afraid of being associated with the only event in town, something with Jesus, gathering hundreds of enthusiastic christian teens, so I told the truth: I'm visiting for the weekend. Many found this very strange, so I almost had to come up with excuses: it's good to leave the city, you know, change the air...Even natives from Atlanta, I guess, know that people just don't come here to visit. Granted, I did not see everything, but my feeling is that one doesn't need to.