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Monthly Archives: June 2012
The not-so-great thing about living in San Diego is that you tend to get caught up in your own everyday business and forget what a great city you live in.
Our friend Jim is in town for the weekend, and since he is more my friend than Chuck’s, I have happily taken the reigns as tour guide.
Jim and I started our morning yesterday with a venture over to Coronado Island. Every time I go there I think, “When is the last time I was here, and why don’t I come here more often?” Coronado is such a beautiful little town that not only sports the iconic Hotel Del Coronado, but also has plenty of other fun little places to meander through.
Once on the island, I steered my Honda S2000 convertible over toward the Hotel Del. Jim and I both commented on how anyone who drove a convertible with the top up on a day like this, should have their car confiscated.
We didn’t stop at the Hotel Del, instead whipping the car around, and back toward the bay-side of the island toward the Ferrylanding Marketplace.
I had brought along a picnic, so after wandering through the marketplace for 20 minutes or so, we settled in on a patch of beach and enjoyed the chicken sandwiches, chips, and macaroni salad I had brought along (our view was Day 17’s post). The Pellegrino water I drank was so incredibly refreshing; I even drank it out of one of the plastic wine glasses that comes with my picnic backpack.
We wrapped up our Coronado experience after lunch, then headed over toward The Fishmarket downtown. With another gorgeous view on a gorgeous day, I had a glass of wine and Jim a couple of beers. We also shared a smoked fish platter, which has always been a favorite of mine.
On a whim, on the way home, I decided to take Jim to the Glass Door in Little Italy for yet another stunning view. We each had one drink there, then headed home.
That’s really all the “touring” we did for the day, but it was a solid reminder of how I need to make a point of getting out and enjoying my city more. My city; the city that hears my voice doing traffic reports during a.m. and p.m. drive. My voice is all over this city, but I hardly ever am, physically.
Thank you, Jim, for reminding me of how very fortunate I am, and how I need to take advantage of the beautiful place I live.
Picnic on scenic San Diego Bay.
I don’t think I’ll be writing today.
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