We seemed to pack a huge amount into a few short days in San Diego. For some reason we had thought we’d use this time as a chance to relax and recharge after our road trip, however we actually ended up walking an average of about five or six hours a day. Which is kind of relaxing for us, I guess. Especially when you’re so busy pootling between lovely places that you don’t notice the miles you’ve covered.
San Diego is a gorgeous city (I may have mentioned that previously). It’s also very easy to get around without a car (which I think we proved rather convincingly and which gives it top marks in my book). It has great beaches and a harbor and lots of lovely eaty drinky places and maybe I should be working for their marketing office? Anyway, besides hanging around the eaty drinky places we also found time to visit the USS Midway which is a retired Naval aircraft carrier. It was really interesting and gave the husband even more reminders of what he’s missing back home. We also visited the Zoo where I met my soulmate. His name is Otis and he’s two years younger than me. He also happens to be a hippo. I would happily have spent my admission fee just to spend the whole day alone with him. As it was, I had to tear myself away occasionally to see some other beasts, including the big cats (who were all pretty cool, as they behave exactly like small domestic cats) and the pandas (who were a mite underwhelming as they aren’t real and are actually just humans in black and white fur suits, we all know that don’t we?).
The other highlight of the trip was a game of baseball at the San Diego Padres’ home of Petco Park. I’ve been accidentally watching a bit of Major League baseball on the TV recently and somehow started enjoying it. The Padres had lost the previous two nights’ games to the Pittsburgh Pirates so I wasn’t holding out any great hopes. Well the Padres pulled it out of the bag with a convincing win on their third and final night. The game was a bit of a side note really, though, as we indulged in what appears to be the tradition of pottering about the stadium, sitting in random seats at various times, visiting the rooftop bar, and finally getting round to eating a pretzel (it’s only taken two years and, at the end of the day, it’s just a posh bit of bread but actually quite nice with a beer in the sunshine). Mission accomplished.