Well, this might be more challenging than working on the balcony a couple of nights ago; I am now sitting on an American flight traveling 512 miles an hour zooming toward Charlotte, NC. I have to pay for internet which I am not willing to do, so I will try to write about yesterday, then when we land, combine pictures and text.
Well, I tried to post this in Charlotte airport, and no can do. So, we are now home, with the football game on, and 24 hours late, I will share our last day in San Diego with you.
We put our baby on a great big truck at 9 am. Alex, the driver, and his partner are from Massachusetts and they will drive eight cars back east and arrive Saturday or Sunday. We are guessing while one drives the other guy sleeps in order to make it in that amount of time.
A note about writing on the balcony. There were no bugs bothering us, not even a fly. I rarely sit outside at home because of mosquitos, knats and bees. They like me and don’t do nice things to my body.
I have a list of “out takes” or, lessons learned, from our trip that I will share tomorrow but will give you one of them now. No matter how tired you are when you get to your previously unfamiliar destination, drive a mile in each direction to find out what is close at hand; liquor store, grocery store, restaurants, places of interest. We missed some great photo ops along Rt 66 because we stayed in the hotel instead of exploring. In San Diego we almost missed a good breakfast place just a few buildings from ours. So, after watching the guys load the car, in eight minutes, we went to breakfast at the Point Loma Café. I had an avocado, cream cheese omelet, and Bob had a Fajita Delight with steak. The corn bread muffin was the best I’ve had since living on the west coast in the ‘80’s.
I have to admit, we have not been getting up early, so we went back to the hotel for a little snooze, then got around and Ubered to where the we could catch a tour boat to be shown both the north and south ends of the bay that we could see from our hotel room. One of the trolley drivers had suggested it would be a worthwhile thing to do. He was right. We boarded a boat that was docked by the Midway Aircraft carrier used from just after WWII through the Iraq war. The carrier is now decommissioned and is a museum you can tour daily from 9 am – 5 pm. The pictures are of the planes that are on display on its deck.
We rode under the Coronado bridge and from underneath, you can really see the curve of the structure. They used to charge a fee for crossing the bridge, but as soon as it was paid for, they dropped. It. That’s of interest because in NY we have a toll road called the thruway, that was supposed to be built and paid for that way, but the tolls never went away. Now we are told the tolls pay for its upkeep, but it’s not in very good shape a lot of the time. It makes us wonder where the money goes.
Most of the rest of the bay is “owned” and used by the US Navy. There were two other carriers in dock, three submarines (I wouldn’t have known what I was looking at had I not been told as only a portion of them show out of the water,) and countless other navy vessels. From the boat we were on I could only see grey in front and behind me. I overheard a comment from another passenger, “Hmm, does all this make one feel safer, or less, because it would be a prime bomb target for an enemy?” It did make me think for a minute.
I got a great picture of the downtown skyline. Ignore the big fat flag pole that cuts the picture in half please.
On our tour we also went to the sleeping quarters of the sea lions that we have been hearing. They share their quarters with hundreds of cormorants, the black birds, and also some pelicans. It’s funny how one noise during the night can be calming and enjoyable when others are disturbing.
When we got back to shore, we asked the narrator from the boat, who explained a lot of Navy history and gave us descriptions of all the vessels, where we should go to dinner. He told us the Fish Market, but don’t look at the prices. It was our final night in town so we took his advice.
Outside the fish market is a statue of Bob Hope and some of the troops he is so famous for entertaining. It was a moving display.
Inside we decided to sit at the bar. Jeff and J.V. were our bartenders and we met Michelle and Garry from Iowa and Nora, who is from Poughkeepsie, NY, much nearer New York City, than we live.
Bob and I shared some oysters and then I had the fresh Dungeness crab cioppino, along with three cocktails. No judging…we were on vacation.
We also met Juan whose “big Circles” aren’t quite as endearing as my Honey’s small ones, but the comparison made for some good conversation and a fun picture.
One of Bob’s friends wanted a report on what it was like to spend so much time together. I have to admit, I was concerned about it before we left home. I’m happy to report except for some stress when I couldn’t make sense out of the EZ66 guide and shoved the book into Bob’s hands, and a couple of crabby moments when I was tired and impatient, this trip brought us closer together. We had time to talk about the many first things we have done together in 19 years. We figured out we have only 17 states left to visit to make it to all 50 as a couple. We talked about which places we want to return to and which we don’t care to. We were so busy we had no feeling of wanting to go home in the middle of the trip and we knew we were sad it was coming to an end because our daily lives are so routine and full of responsibility. We do take time for regular date nights. My blog will be a gift to ourselves as we already can’t keep track of what we did in which location. Thankfully our phones tell us where we took pictures, so we can go back and say, yes, we went dancing at the Corral in Holbrook, AZ. That was a really fun night.
I’m not done yet. See you tomorrow. Oh, Bob had been my proofreader the whole trip, no matter how long the post, or how late I finish it, he has been a help. Thank you Honey.