I get the itch. We've talked about this, blog world. I've left the comforts of my bed multiple times to jump inside Caroline, roll down the windows, and blast FJM for the long drive to where ever I want. The last (and first) time I was in San Diego was on my Quest Out West. I stayed in a hotel and drank Micheladas around a fire pit, which was great, but I mostly remember driving up the 405 with my fingers gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white, and mind in a tizzy. (Funny how driving across the United States was a lot less scary than actually MOVING to the other side of the United States.)
It's been a year and some change since that first San Diego visit, and I realized that I hadn't really absorbed the San Diego sun. I hadn't tasted the flavor. I hadn't tasted the tacos. So about two weeks ago, I took off on a Monday afternoon and walked the shores of San Diego with plans to sleep on a couch and dust myself with sand and margarita salt.
After the drive down, I immediately wandered the rocks of La Jolla Cove. Wild seals flip-flopped their way across the rocks, barking and sunbathing like funny-look mermaids.
I ate lunch on a wooden bench looking out at the pastel colored hotels and the Pacific Ocean. Pale pink looks so lovely on a cerulean sky. This all took place at Cody's La Jolla, which is serves breakfast all day and closes after lunchtime. I stayed for a few extra hours to sip vino blanca and sage cocktails with my server, Gabriel, and we talked the customer service industry and practiced our Italian before I left to go see Children's Pool and avoid a parking ticket.
In Pacific Beach, I stayed with my friend (and fellow BRHS alumni!!!) Jeff. All the residents of Pacific Beach refer to it as PB and then go and watch the sunset on the grassy parts of the shoreline. It's community-based and adorable. Dinner was late, and took place at World Famous, because Monday night mean half off appetizers which means $2 fish tacos. BIG fish tacos, wrapped in a crust of sweet batter and folded gently in a corn cocoon.
I made some shapes at Riff's, a music shop/yoga studio where a long-haired man played an acoustic guitar during shavasana.
Jeff and I ate at Oscar's, indulging in thick chips, lime-y ceviche, and the most amazing tacos. We both went for the Surf N' Turf, which is a mess of shrimp, steak, cabbage, cheese, cilantro, red onion, tomatoes, and avocado all folded up in a fat blissful burden.. The sun sprinkled glitter and burnt our cheeks, but that was okay, because we had pink lemonade and traded stories of 10th grade English class.
At the Hotel Del Coronado I wandered the beach and took pictures of strangers. For shopping I recommend Pangea, which is essentially a World Market on crack. And last but not least, if you are a beer junkie (and you should try to be when visiting San Diego), be sure to check out Twisted Manzanita. They play heavy metal and let dogs chase each other and the sour beer tastes like a warhead.