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Report 1899: San Diego or Bust
By j3dnight from Maryland, Winter 2011
Page 4 of 8: First Afternoon - Seaport Village & Old Town
She has rented a car and now we are off to the Seaport Village. She finds parking easy enough and we are catching up and start strolling the harbor. It is a quaint area filled with assorted shops and probably if ever I was in San Diego again, I would spend some time exploring those shops because I'm sure I could find some neat unique items.
I'm very impressed how clean San Diego is. I explain to Trish that this looks like a sparkling new city, everything seems so new. I am not sure if this is because I travel to Europe so much and am used to looking at old, old things. Old new whatever, it really is pretty and something to see.
We stroll this pretty waterfront and just people watch and chat. If you look you will see in the photos a man doing a sketch of a doggie and his master. That wrinkled thing was so darn cute I had to stop and get a photo.
Later looking at what the artist was doing as I'm showing my employee, who is Italian, saying, "I'm not sure about what he's doing, is that good?" She informs me it is in its way; I think she said it is in its abstract way. I said, "Well I'm taking your word for it; you're the Italian and what the hey do I know?" So have a look at that and tell me what you think. I'm not abstract really, I like faces and things that look real, like my man Michelangelo does in sculpture with veins bulging but again that's just me.
We talk about dinner after a nice long walk along the harbor and decide on Old Town. One day I'm going to read way more about Old Town and its history but for now I know it was the first part discovered by the Spaniards. Again we are lucky with the parking. I think this is quite charming as well.
We were thinking of Mexican food and this place looks like we are going to find something good, matter of fact, Trish and my friend Laura a San Diego resident have been there together and had a good meal. We are just strolling along and looking for atmosphere, which we discover. There is an open type courtyard with a restaurant and tables, some under covering, there are fires going, torches candles fountains and soon to be live music. One of the fountains has large Margherita glasses. Bingo!
Oh now I have to tell you this place also had overhead and propane heaters like you see in the cafes in Europe. We nestled up under one and to a charming atmosphere in the Old Town. I've got low-blood pressure so soon can start shivering like a wet pup and Trish thankfully had a spare jacket in her trunk, which we took with us and I needed. Many bare arms were around so I'm really chalking it up to my low blood pressure.
The menu is extensive and what to order? Okay first Corona and two-limes, I believe he even gave me more and that Corona is ice-cold the way beer should be (my opinion). I decide on the sizzling fajita with a mixture of beef and shrimp, maybe chicken too I can't remember but there is something about a plate coming out to you that is sizzling, popping and steaming with aromas that I love. Trish and I chat away, we are talking about Sicily for which I have an upcoming trip and she has just recently been.
Trish is bravest woman I know because this lady drives anywhere, any country of which I'm in awe. I will travel most anywhere but renting a car is not an option. I am a sissy that way. Maybe if I did it once, I would think differently but so far that's not happened and I can barely be a passenger in a car in Italy (sometimes not a pedestrian even). I'm just a slow take it easy kind of driver I would say ... but Trish does this, she gets maps, GPS in Italian and English and off she goes!
Our food is excellent! I could have had three Corona's with all that lime and Trish can tell you what she ordered but I believe she was pleased with it also. Now it's getting a bit late for me, not on California time three-hours behind but on Jeannette's Baltimore time which is three-ahead plus I've been running around like a chicken with my head cut-off since 6am not counting the marathon race in Dallas. I am ready for night-night.
Now prior to leaving Laura rang me and arranged for us a reservation at La Jolla. Trish knows of this place and the plan is, Trish and I are going to head to the Little Italy section of San Diego for the Italian market (see how Italy is never far from our hearts?) then we are going to a whale festival at the harbor then head to La Jolla and meet Laura for a gorgeous lunch and La Jolla sites. Now you all may know this but I didn't, and thank you Laura, but it is pronounced with an "h." I still like saying it now with an "h." I even practiced on the way home in the plane, of course silently in my head so glad no one can read my thoughts or they would send the men with the white coats to take me away. So I want to be full-steam ahead for tomorrow, it's going to be a good, good day. Our plan is to meet at 9am.
I tuck into that Tempur-Pedic mattress for the good sleep but not before I hear live Irish music and bagpipes. Sat straight up in bed, am I hearing right? I am, Market street is a very lively place with an abundance of night-life, restaurants and good cheer. I say out loud since no one is in the room with me yet, how about that? I put on my new iPod shuffle clipped to my PJs with the white-noise music of shhhhhhhh and go right off to sleep bagpipes and all. Good first day!
Oh and here is the restaurant where we have a reservation for lunch the next day. Brockton Villa in La Jolla.
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