Today we wake up to a couple inches of snow coming down. But, as they say, too bad.
I can almost swear that each of these trips gets shorter each time around. The time just goes by and, all of a sudden, you're packing your bags and hopping back on the plane. Yes, the time goes by faster each time around, and with each trip out I get the sense that the time to do these trips is evaporating.
Compared to prior trips here (this was our third), it was rather empty. Surprising, considering it was the beginning of the Christmas shopping season and all of that.
Wednesday morning Lori, myself, and my father had breakfast with my Aunt and Uncle. They are headed out to Peru soon for their 5th and 4th (respectively) missions trip, and had a lot to share with Lori who just recently returned from Honduras herself (I'll try to post some stuff from that later).
We spent some time in a little mall diving in and out of shops. We also walked along the beach behind the shops which faces the bay and gives you an excellent view of the San Diego skyline. Afterwards we headed to the other side of the island and walked up and down Orange street. As the sun started heading down, we took to the beach behind the Hotel Del Coronado and captured the sun as it sank into the ocean.
Again, not very busy anywhere we went this day.
The park was a virtual ghost town, and everybody that was in the park probably attended each show we were at and still did not fill the arena up.
That evening we swapped Christmas gifts at my parents, since we will not be in town at that time (we alternate each year). Talk turned to my brother afterwards, who has gone AWOL since July when he started a new job in Las Vegas. He's been fairly determined to live his own life it seems, but we all miss the heck out of that guy. Oh brother, where art thou?
The funny thing is, the wineries were probably more populated than any of the other places we visited during the week. It's a bit strange how folks get really dressed up for tastings and come out in groups - in the middle of the day on Friday. It's a whole foreign world to me, I guess.
I miss my folks much, and am already scheming a way to see them again ahead of our next scheduled date. Until then, thanks mom and dad for being our hotel and rental car agency once again. Thanks, Dave, for being our tour guide in the Gaslamp District (which I unfortunately did not get pictures of). And thank you, San Diego, for staying at home, work, or school (and out of our way) while we acted like tourists.
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[1] It's not really an island as there is a very skinny connector to Chula Vista.
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