23 July 2006

Back To San Diego

We love San Diego. We were there in June for that Emmy thing and we were back there again this month to see Jesse's mom, Janna. What I particularly like about San Diego is that we see something different every time we go. The first time we went was just after Jesse arrived in Vegas. That was September 2005. We didn't do anything specific - the trip was specifically to get Jesse to the beach. We took adorable pictures that were erased about 10 miles from home. Ask Jesse about it. He gets so angry he starts stuttering. That night we learned how to lock the pictures. Hooray for us.

This last trip to San Diego began after work on June 6, 2006. Jesse was oh-so-proud of himself for being packed and ready before I was. But in his haste he forgot something very important. We teased him about it for the whole trip. I'll give you three guesses as to what it was. We hit the road at 11:30 and arrived at the hotel almost exactly 5 hours later. And we slept, right through the continental breakfast.

By the time I woke up, Janna was off at the National Educational Computing Conference researching the latest and greatest ways to shape young minds. We (and by "we" I mean me, Jesse, Lucy, & Steph) went next door to the Indigo Cafe and had a delicious breakfast. I highly recommend the hasbrowns with cheddar.

Then we were off to the beach. Using some hotel & magazine maps, we went from downtown to La Jolla. La Jolla is beautiful. We ended up going to the same beach Jesse and I went to the first time we were in San Diego. And just like that first time, we parked in one place and walked at least a half mile before we found the spot we wanted. When will we learn? Anyway, here is a picture of Jesse & Lucy just lounging in the early afternoon.

I've thought about it and there really is no way to describe how gorgeous it is out there. You just have to go see for yourself. I mean it's not perfect. There is a lot of seaweed with little bugs flying around it and there are a few dead sea creature type things washed up on the beach. But in the spots where those things clear up, it's like out of a movie.

Personally, I don't know how to swim. I'm working on it, but I don't like to be touched in the water (you never know who's out to drown you) so it's going slowly. Jesse on the other hand is part fish. He likes to be thrown about and pummeled. He's putting some video of that on his blog. I know - it makes me just want to throw myself into the ocean. He's trying to teach me but I don't think he understands how scared I get when I'm being carried away, or when my feet don't touch bottom.

The beach at La Jolla wasn't all frolicking and sand, there was an adventure involved. Jesse took me into a little cave he found. It was like a hidden private beach area. But upon further inspection we realized it was not private; hundreds of itty-bitty crabs live there. There are bigger, guardian crabs too. And you know what they say: 300 is company, 302 is a crowd. So we left. A little later Jesse went back. He was on a mission to capture a big crab.