After we dropped Shannon’s clothes at the house, we went to the beach. There are several beaches by the way. The first one she elected to show us was La Jolla Cove. That’s pronounced like “la HOY uh” and NOT “la holla.”
La Jolla, which happens to be the furthest beach, is only 15 miles from Shannon’s house.
Her favorite beach, which is Pacific Beach, is only about 12 miles away. Mission Beach is 10.5 miles. Ocean Beach, her least favorite, is only 10 miles away. The beach on Coronado Island is just eight miles away.
Sick, right?
There’s the Hubby. Wondering what he’s looking at? Well, I’ll tell you. I thought it was a tide pool. But he said it was just seaweed and stuff.
We LOVE tide pools.
I could try and explain a tide pool, but I don’t feel like getting all scientific. So I’ll just provide this link and then tell you that they are essentially pools of water visible at low tide that are filled with critters.
It’s fun looking at the various critters. We could have stayed for hours, but we were parked in a two-hour spot and still had lots to see.
There’s not much of a beach, relative to East Coast beaches anyway. But what is there is awesome. The town of La Jolla (link leads to someone else’s photo) is perched atop a rocky cove that has tide pools AND seals, sea lions, pelicans, cormorants, a wide variety of seagulls, and people.
La Jolla is a beach town, but it’s an upscale beach town.
Most folks don’t swim without wetsuits. Not for long periods (more than a few minutes). Water temperatures range between 66 and 72°F at peak, which is around the first week of September.
Shannon has never been in the water past her ankles since moving to San Diego.
Following are my favorite shots from La Jolla…
Shannon took that last picture. Hubby said to her, “I’m so glad you’re here.” That’s because he’s usually the one taking pictures of me, often standing beside odd stuff.
There are more pics. But rather than post them all here, I uploaded them to Flickr. If you’d like to see them, you’ll have to visit my Flickr site.
Is one of my favorites your favorite, too? Or would you choose one of the others? The weather was great for picture taking!
Our recent visit with Shannon was short, but awesome. We left for California on Wednesday afternoon and only stayed until Sunday. During that time, we squeezed in as much exploring as we could stand, visiting many of Shannon’s favorite haunts, meeting some of her friends, eating at her favorite places, and discovering new restaurants, too.
It felt like we moved around a lot, but the furthest point to which we traveled from Shannon’s neighborhood was about 15 miles.
But, wait, I’m getting ahead of myself.
I thought those of you who are geographically challenged would like a map to show exactly where San Diego is located within the huge state of California.
It’s pretty far south. In fact, it’s the southernmost, well-known major city in California. Tijuana, Mexico is less than 20 miles from Shannon’s house.
We did NOT go to Mexico. We did eat some Mexican food, though. Surprised? That’s our favorite ethnic fare.
Thursday morning, the first things on our itinerary were eating breakfast and being introduced to Shannon’s neighborhood.
We wisely combined the two by walking through the neighborhood to Lucky’s Restaurant for breakfast.
I posted this next picture yesterday, but am posting it again because it is what I saw when we left Shannon’s cottage…
Yes, the sky really was that blue!
Her cottage is within the neighborhood of North Park in San Diego.
I thought y’all might like to see a map. I had no idea where her house was located. I mean, I have her address, I’d just never looked it up on a map. It may not look like it on that map, but North Park is within San Diego. The city comprises a number of very diverse regions and neighborhoods.
I love that there is a neighborhood sign.
I actually have quite a few pics to share. If I comment about every one, this post will take me forever. I’ll just add a caption if I think it’s important.
Shannon had never eaten at Lucky’s before, but had heard (from friends or Yelp!) that it was good. It’s basically a tiny diner, operated by one man, that only serves breakfast and is only open until noon.
Yep, one guy — Lucky, I presume — greets, cooks, cleans, buses, serves, runs cash register, etc. It was clean and the food was cheap and good. Service was a little slow, but we could see the man working. So we knew he wasn’t just hanging around smoking, chatting, and/or texting all of his friends. We didn’t mind the wait because, for a change, we were in NO HURRY.
Ah, vacation…
North Park, like most of San Diego, is a colorful place.
When I took that last picture, I said to myself, “I wish the parking lot was empty.” Then, later, when I saw the shot, I realized the cars and mural were color-coordinated. So all was cool.
The cat made me smile. Hubby and Shannon both thought it was stupid.
Good thing they weren’t taking the pictures or you would have missed out on that masterpiece.
That is actually Shannon’s dry cleaner. We stopped on the way back to her house to grab her freshly-laundered clothes.
Hubby helped her carry the stuff back. Not because she asked, but because he’s gentlemanly like that.
Yep, he’s a keeper.
Large flower outside of a neighboring cottage. I only noticed it after I stepped on one enormous (like a foot long) flower petal.
Oh, and I also JUST noticed (as in while writing this post) that there appear to be bananas or something similar growing above that flower. Shannon, run out and check that later, ‘kay?
The next shot was taken later in the day. See the moon?
After we dropped Shannon’s clothes at the house, we went to the beach. I have lots more pics from Day 1, but little time in which to post them.
So those images will just have to wait.
Before I sign off…
Shannon left a comment (she’s one of most frequent commenters) on my last post saying, “Obviously I like San Diego and I love my neighborhood, but I’m interested to hear why you think SD is the perfect place for me. No sarcasm here at all, really wondering.”
Well, I’ll tell you. Dad contributed, by the way.
– Reason 1: ‘Cause you’re a hipster and we’re not. (We tried in vain to get Shannon to teach us some hipster-speak, but she wouldn’t. I think she was afraid we’d use it inappropriately, or maybe even appropriately, and embarrass her.)
– Reason 2: San Diego in general and your neighborhood in particular are just about as eclectic as you.
– Reason 3: It finally taught you how to drive like an East Coaster. (Fast. And maybe a little crazy. Definitely impatient.)
– Reason 4: Lots of good food and many different dining options. (Everyone who knows her knows she likes eating different stuff.)
– Reason 5: Small-town feel in a big city. (She promised to find us a Warrenton, SoCal version.)
– Reason 6: Multiple yoga studios within walking distance of your house. And bars. Restaurants, too. Plus other funky little stores.
– Reason 7: You seem happy there. (Of course, that’s the most important reason of all!)
Mike and I had great fun hanging out with Shannon and exploring her world.
San Diego is gorgeous. The weather is perfect. It’s easy to see why many folks who visit never return home.
That palm tree view is what greeted us every morning. That’s the sidewalk from Shannon’s cottage leading toward Kansas Street.
The blue sky is typical, once the early morning marine layer burns off. I don’t think it was ever gray after about 9:00 AM. Oh, and the temps never once climbed out of the 70s. Saturday evening I had to wear a jacket to walk to the neighborhood yogurt shop. Really.
Even if it is far away from us, San Diego is the perfect place for Shannon. Our visit was far too short. I’ll have more pics to share soon.
The Mural Arts Program began in 1984 as a component of the Philadelphia Anti-Graffiti Network, an effort spearheaded by then Mayor Wilson Goode to eradicate the graffiti crisis plaguing the city. The Anti-Graffiti Network hired muralist Jane Golden to reach out to graffiti writers and to redirect their energies from destructive graffiti writing to constructive mural painting.
Every city in America should do this. I LOVED it. In fact, I’m anxious to go back and see more.
There’s a web site — PhillyMuralPics.com — that does a great job showcasing the murals.
Visit one or both of those sites. Poke around. I promise, you’ll be impressed.
So, a few day ago, I told you about my drug-motivated trip to Philly. Which was extended so I could visit, however briefly, with Annelies. And I left you wondering how we spent our day on Monday.
She had to be at the airport at about 3:30, so our time was limited. We just wanted to do something simple that would allow us time to really visit, i.e., chat and catch up. That was actually the first opportunity she and I had spent any length of time together without the guys. Not that we don’t like spending time with them, too, but girl time is different.
On our way back to the hotel from King of Prussia, where we visited with Jessika, we passed a sign for the Philadelphia Zoo. After a bit of discussion, we decided that would be a great place to go. Neither of us had been to a zoo in years. And we could just roam around at our leisure looking at critters and chatting. So that’s what we did.
Our first challenge was finding our way back there. We used the GPS feature on my phone, since we didn’t have a map. Which sent us on yet another driving adventure. The thing about a GPS is, it tends to take you places via the shortest route. And that’s not always the best route. Especially when you’re in a city like Philadelphia, which is a lot like Baltimore in that the city center is surrounded by some pretty rough areas.
Twice on the previous day, I’d ended up driving through the hood. Once before I met up with Annelies, and once when she and I were on our way to meet up with Jessika. Annelies had never seen a real-life American “hood”, which is really just a poverty stricken area of a city where crime rates are much higher than in other areas. So when I told her we were in the hood, she said, “How do you know this is the hood?”
“I grew up in Baltimore,” I told her. “I know a hood when I see one.”
Maybe it wasn’t the worst part of Philadelphia? Who knows. Maybe you can tell me. Here’s where we were. (I never did show Jessika a map of where we’d ended up.)
I asked Annelies if they had the TV show The Fresh Prince in Belgium. Will Smith’s character was from Philly. I think it was South Philly though, which I had accidentally explored the previous day. When she said yes, I told her that could be where The Fresh Prince (meaning the show) was shot (as in filmed).
“He was shot?” she asked, very seriously. “I don’t remember him being shot.”
That cracked me up, of course. We had quite a few conversations like that.
Anyway… here are the pictures I captured at the zoo.
That was our zoo experience.
Check out Annelies’ suitcase.
At this moment, Annelies is moaning, saying to herself, “I knew I shouldn’t have let her take that picture.”
Not the suitcase picture (above), the shot I captured of her laying on top of that over-stuffed suitcase trying to make it close.
But I decided to spare her dignity for a change and not post that shot.
Not long after we got back to the hotel, it was time for her to leave.
I hate goodbyes.
But at least I know I’ll see her again in Italy. Yves, too. We are so looking forward to that trip.
I cannot lie. My recent trip to Philadelphia was drug-motivated. That’s how it started anyway.
Drugs and friends. What a great combination.
Those of you who know me well are aware that I work for a clinical research organization (CRO). CROs provide services that help pharmaceutical companies conduct clinical drug and device trials.
When I learned that my Austin-based company would be having a booth at the Drug Information Association (DIA) trade show in Philadelphia, I decided to drive up on Tuesday to meet with some colleagues. There were several at the show who I’d never seen in person before.
Originally, I was going to just stay for the day. Then my employer decided to put me up in a hotel for the night. Which meant I’d come home on Wednesday.
Then I heard from my friend Annelies, who lives in Belgium, that she’d be in Philadelphia for a sales conference the weekend before DIA. Since I don’t get to see her often, I jumped at the chance to visit with her. We planned to meet in Philadelphia on Sunday afternoon, when her sales thing ended. The deal was sweetened by the knowledge that I’d also get to visit with some of the other folks I used to work with.
I was tickled to see and chat with Annmarie, my former boss, who reads this blog but rarely comments.
Yes, Annmarie, I had to throw that in there. 🙂
Later, Annelies and I spent a lovely, long afternoon catching up with Jessika.
The three of us had a grand time hanging out together. It had been about two years since I’d last seen Jessika. I’m still kicking myself for not having someone take a picture of the three of us!
I didn’t take many people photos that day. But, since I arrived in the city earlier than anticipated, I did get to walk around exploring the city a bit.
That was actually the first time I’d been in Philadelphia. Which is crazy, especially when you consider that I grew up about 90 miles away in Baltimore. And I was in the area several times in previous years while working for a company based outside of Philly in King of Prussia.
I am definitely more of a country person, but visiting cities every once in a while is fun. There’s certainly lots to look at. And Philadelphia is actually quite cool.
I enjoy the vast array of sights. Like the “best Chinese food” sign. Does that mean not as good when eating in?
I managed to capture quite a few interesting images. Which, of course, I just had to share here…
That’s it for the city pics. But I do have one more image to share with you.
When Annelies, Jessika, and I walked into the King of Prussia Mall, this store window caught my eye immediately. How could it not? Of course, I didn’t see the sale” signs. Just the “BIG” and “ASS” signs.
So I asked Annelies to go pose for me. Not because she has a big ass or anything. Actually, she has a skinny ass. I just thought the signs were funny.
She agreed.
Then she immediately asked, “Why do I listen to you?”
Because it’s fun. It makes us laugh. And it makes memories.
I wish we didn’t all live so far apart. But sharing Sunday with the two of them was lots of fun.
Now, wait until you see what Annelies and I did on Monday…