Sorry that I did not post anything last week. I hit the road, took off, saw another part of the country, ate some turkey, lived out of a suitcase.
I have been gone for two weeks, first going to San Diego, then to Illinois to make some pies and eat some turkey. I have never been to San Diego, and it is awesome. If you ever get the chance, go.
That first week, while I was in San Diego, I was able to post my blogs. True, I was living out of a suitcase because I was on the “go” all the time, but I still had some “me” time to collect my daily thoughts.
What was fun about the trip was I contacted a guy I went to college with who has been living in San Diego for about the past 40 years, and he offered to be my tour guide. I took him up on the offer. We never would have picked each other out of a crowd, but because of Facebook and occasional phone calls through the years, we simply started our conversations without a hiccup.
For seven days, he picked me up at my hotel at 10 a.m. and showed me the sights. And what a tour I received. Before I went he wanted to know what I wanted to see and I gave him a list. We saw it all and then some.
I think one of the highlights was the harbor cruise of San Diego (picture shown above), but there are three others that made a lasting impression on me. One was the world-renowned San Diego Zoo, then there was the Hotel del Coronado where we toured and then went back and had a Sunday brunch in its wooden domed Crown Room. This hotel has so much history, and it is so gorgeous. During the first round, we stopped and absorbed the beauty over a cup of coffee, and of course, shopped. The second round was the brunch.
The final highlight of the trip was seeing LaJolla Cove where the Sea Lions and Seals sunbathe. But it was more than that. It was the Pacific Ocean making the waves slap the rocks that made it a perfect post card.
There were so many pictures that it was hard to select one, but this is the one because of the colors. This is what it really looks like. A totally different scene from the sandy beaches of Florida. True, I saw sandy beaches where surfers were catching the waves, but it was simply different from here in Florida.
I really tried not to be a backseat driver, you know, the one who has to tell the driver how to drive, but he was forewarned — I am used to being in the driver’s seat, so when I became familiar with the roads, it was “turn here”. He didn’t seem to mind, though, because he said that he is always getting lost. Maybe that is one time when it is okay to be the “backseat driver”!
I tried to travel light, not pack so much, and I did okay, and also realized I could travel lighter. One checked suitcase is going to be reduced to one carry-on. I have promised myself. Last year when I went to Barcelona before boarding the transatlantic cruise, I met an older couple who had been traveling for six months, and the husband traveled with only two pair of slacks and three shirts — all identical. Will I ever travel that light? I don’t know, but I have a hunch I can get close to that. This time it was four pair of slacks and eight tops for me. I know I could get rid of at least one of those slacks, and there were two or three tops that I basically could have done without. So, yes, my challenge is on. My goal is to be able to “get up and go” at a moment’s notice.
It was the last week that I did not post my blogs. Too much wine, too much family, too many laughs, too much food and cooking and baking, too good of a time. I took the week off from my writing, my creative endeavors, my research to simply enjoy. And I did. For two weeks. Two totally different weeks. One as a tourist looking at new sights, and one with family and friends. Life can’t get any better!