So I'm going to travel journal this vacation as well. Laura's 20's party was the key event, but other lovely moments bracketed that day.
initial descent in to San Diego, I usually look out the window and try to start identifying local landmarks. The wind farm was something new to me this trip.
(Another update from our friendly Swedish heliocopter instructor Janitha, who comments:
As an aviator, I use lakes as easy identified waypoints. So of course I had to pull up an old chart from San Diego and take a look at your lake. By following the approach course in to Lindberg field, the lake you flew over is most likely Barrett Lake. El Capitan Reservoir is too far north of the approach course. Sorry east county boy... ;-) (And the real name is Lake Morena, I saw it on the chart as well.)
sky. The hotter it is inland, the deeper the cloud banks will be on the coast. It is a basic weather pattern fact that eludes most visitors to San Diego; they arrive at the coast expecting a sunny sparkling week at the beach and are often dismayed to discover that even in deep summer the beach may never really clear up.
After a bit of time with Mom and Dad, Laura came over and we walked the three blocks to the beach at the foot of Vallecitos, in La Jolla Shores.
When I was growing up, the beach routinely had about ten to twenty people on it on week days; my family and two other neighboring families usually made up about 16 of those folks.
Today the beach is packed with people as far as the eye can see.
Googles Jacaranda the results tend to mention San Diego as a place that has a lot of the trees.
Tipuana Tipu. We had one in the back yard of the house we raised our kids in. Rumor had it that Kate Sessions, (a local horticulturist in the late 1800's) imported the trees from South America, and if we had one in our yard, a HUGE one by the 1980's, it was most likely a housewarming gift to the homeowners from someone who knew her, as she died in 1940. We were the only ones in the neighborhood with a Tipu tree, so it must have been planted deliberately.
A small Tipu tree.lantana. We both had stripped the blossoms of the individual flowerettes and used them as a confetti to toss about, or to pretend a wedding recessional. I suppose most Southern California girls have similar memories, and the sharp scent of lantana brings the memories to mind again quickly.
I don't recall this house either, but it is a nice use of the typical Spanish style architecture of the area, and of course red tile roofs are just SO Southern California. Naturally visitors think they are romantic, while those of us who have been surrounded by such growing up tend to prefer shingled cottages for our own romantic dream houses.
(or at least I do....and I was thrilled when Bernie created a shingled sided weaving studio for me in our garden in our home in San Diego years ago.)
Always a struggle to spell; always a bright spot in the So. Cal landscape.
This drives my dad absolutely batty; he is a dedicated neat nick.
His solution: Sweeps the blossoms into a box and dumps it over the neighbor's fence into their front yard. This has been going on for years. The neighbors are artist and apparently never step outside of their house anyway.
I'm sure behind the wall is now a nicely decomposed pile of blossoms that serves to enrich their soil.
I like the low maintenance landscaping too.
The flowers would be spent and pods would form; they seemed to regularly get harvested and sprayed with a metallic paint, then sprinkled with glitter to make Christmas decorations.
I only remember red and orange Eucalyptus flowers as a kid; but the newer pretty pink ones are gorgeous!
Each July the breeze through the side walkway was scented with the sweet lemony fragrance of the Naked Ladies.
It was so nice to be in La Jolla again, and to eat outside and visit with my folks and Laura.
Later we looked through an old costume box; I'll post a few pictures from that later.
Laura and I shared the guest room; the next day we got up and headed to Solana Beach.
I'll post those pictures tomorrow.