Sitting at Bird Rock Starbucks. Mission Beach didn’t have seating, and PB was too busy. La Jolla Blvd has changed. Someone likes roundabouts.
We ran and walked a bit on Mission Bay this morning and yesterday. I’m sore. Haven’t run or done yoga in a month. I wasn’t running much before we left anyway. Kids played at the pool and in the fitness room yesterday. We went to Volare for an early dinner. We sat at their one large table and I realized we sat there when we came 7 years ago. Dinner was great.
Then we drove downtown and stopped at the new Waterfront Park. It’s on the bay across the street from the Holiday Inn where our wedding guests stayed. I think it was a parking lot, next to the SD County building where we got our marriage license. I remember it was usually pretty empty.
The playground was great. The kids loved it. I loved it. I would love to have something like that for our campground. That and some huge Joshua Tree-like rocks for kids to climb on. I went down the slides a couple times. The play structures were like modern day versions of old favorites – slides, see saw, swings, monkey bars, merry-go-round.
We could hear and see planes taking off and landing, the downtown buildings were lit up. It was great.
Before we got to town I saw there was going to be a parade in El Cajon, the Mother Goose Parade. It’s supposed to be a big deal. I thought it would be fun to take the kids on the trolley to it. The parade route looked pretty close to the trolley station. John wanted to watch football, so I took the kids. The timing was perfect. We got dressed, got to the Old Town station, a trolley came along after just a few minutes, we went by the stadium, got to El Cajon, then walked toward the route. As we were walking I could see a big goose parade balloon, and it was the beginning of the parade, just as we arrived. Crazy.
It was kinda hot and the parade turned out to be kinda lame, no candy throwing like we expected, so we left before it was over. Anne was the only one who wanted to stay to see Santa. We just saw Santa in Palm Springs at the mall, and she didn’t want to talk to him.
We got back to the RV park in time for swimming. John wanted to do something together, so I ran to Costco for a pizza for kids, and we went to the SD Wine Co. We missed their tasting, but bought a bottle of Conundrum for a great price. We ended up at a local brewery, which seems to have become a big thing here. There was a taco truck outside. We still hit In n Out on the way back, though.
John’s driving here is crazy. It’s like there’s a constant race on the freeways, everyone vying for the front spot. I saw glimpses of him 20 years ago, mad about everyone else’s driving, so different from how he had been driving in Moscow. About 5 years ago, after a couple tickets while heading to the Spokane airport, he decided to start driving the speed limit. I loved it. He seemed so relaxed and content to just stay under the limit and not risk more tickets. So much for that here.