Let me just put this out there: I love San Diego. I’m not sure if I could live there because the taxes are too damn high, but everything else about southern California calls out to me in my dreams. I was lucky enough to visit San Diego in early December right after I got back from Vietnam. My boss had a work trip and took me along out of the kindness of his magnanimous heart (thanks Mark!). We had some spare time on our hands so we got to explore the city a bit.
On our first day, I suggested driving north along the coast since Mark had never done the coastal drive. Blue skies, soaring cliffs, million dollar homes. What is there not to like?
The view from my Hilton hotel room. Not too shabby.
Hanging out at Mission Beach
Funky clouds at Mission Beach
We drove North to La Jolla (which i now know is pronounced La Hoya).
I opened up Zillow as Mark drove through La Jolla and we oohed and ahhed at the million dollar homes. I’m talking about $10 million and $15 million. I think it’s time to set some new life goals.
Some of the tress were so weird (in an awesome way), it almost felt like I was on another planet.
There were some awesome bird action happening, but all I had was my iPhone
The next day, Mark asked where we should go. When he rejected my suggestion of Mexico, I threw out a more sane idea: Balboa Park. Balboa Park is San Diego’s answer to Central Park, home to trails, gardens, the famous San Diego Zoo, museums, and other fun touristy stuff.
I loved the colorful tiling at this Spanish craft village
If you’re in the market for colored glass or handmade jewelry, this is the place to go
Or coffee mugs…
The Casa del Prado Theatre, a stunning example of Spanish Colonial architecture. According to Wikipedia, the building served as the Food and Beverage Building during the 1915 Panama-California Exposition.
A fountain near the Botanical Gardens
More pretty architecture
Nam Writes. 