So glad you asked! I went to San Diego to see a dear friend who was there for a class, a dear cousin, another dear cousin, my dear aunt, my dear niece, and mostly, my dear sister. Oh dears.
What did you do in San Diego?
Great question (all interviewees begin their answers with “Great question” or “I’m glad you asked that”, and in a misguided attempt to appear normal, I am parroting that habit.) We had more fun than a human being should be allowed to have!
The view in the morning from my friends’ beach house.
I finally got to meet this precious boy who still loves the blanket I knit for him before he was born! (no names or locations because this is the World Wide Web)
My oldest and tallest cousin met me at the beach for a long catch-up conversation. Our dads would be happy if they knew what good friends we have become.
Another cousin and I went for a walk together, and crossed this footbridge over a major freeway. That was a thrill for this Central Californian.
Isn’t this scary and thrilling? It sure was loud.
We ended up in this neighborhood. San Diego is made up of semi-self-contained neighborhoods with their own identities.
My cousin explained this peculiar sight to me. All over San Diego there are scooters to rent; if you have the app on your device (good grief, our language has certainly gotten weird), you can hop on a scooter anywhere, ride it wherever you wish, and leave it wherever you are finished. People are paid to collect them, charge the batteries, and return them to popular spots.
Would you look at this!! I’ve heard of Little Free Libraries but only seen one. They are specially built box cupboards for people to leave books and borrow books for free. This one matches the architecture of the neighborhood.
This cousin and I were so engrossed in conversation and my city education that we forgot to take a photo together. He’s almost as tall as my other cousin, and we have been good friends for most of our lives. (Our dads were very happy about that.)
