San Diego has my heart. No questions. It is incredibly lively and energetic, yet somehow tranquil at the same time. It gets your blood pumping while shushes your mouth. It makes you want to scream of excitement, but only silently. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.
First stop: Balboa park.
Second stop: USS Midway Museum (not my typical kind of sightseeing but the view on the deck is absolutely breath-taking).
Third stop: Gaslamp. We had a late lunch at Sushi Lounge and ice cream at Ghirardelli Ice Cream and Chocolate Shop. The neighborhood is filled with restaurants, bars, and little shops, perfect for a casual afternoon stroll.
Fourth stop: Coronado island. I came across a sandcastle artist working on his second piece on the beach. He just concentrated at what was at hand and worked away. Two little boys sat at his side and asked questions here and there.
“How long did it take for you to build the first one?”
“I thought it was eight hours.”
“You’re right. It was eight hours.”
They had obviously been there for awhile.
Last stop: Old town. We caught the last of the market before the vendors took off. There were boutiques and shops of handmade jewelry, souvenirs, and street food. It was heartwarming to talk to everyone who was so friendly and passionate about their own products.
San Diego had a spirit that both slowed you down to a stop and made you run until the wind hurts your face. It demanded your undivided attention like a vivid, enchanting dream.
It’s been real, Cali.