Such a typical San Diego scene. Red tiled housed surrounded by palm trees and eucalyptus trees scenting the air,
The view of the vineyard in San Diego's autumn. The grapes had just been harvested a few days before.
The winery is quite near the San Diego Wild Animal Park, just in case you visit the area and want to swing by.
Thanksgiving day we drove to Mission Bay, just a few minutes from Laura's condo.
Slowly I am beginning to enjoy palm trees as a botanical form, especially when they are "blooming" and setting seed. There actually were golden yellow palm dates to be seen on the ground in some places.
We side tracked off the bay's shoreline to walk through the Hilton Hotel.
Laura tried out a pool side chair; what a great design; it would ward off both sunburns and overly chilling waterfront breezes.
Scenes like this one may explain why I found the long flight to Hawaii have little allure.
The one time I went, I kept feeling like I was still in San Diego!
More confusion: The turkey was not yet cooked, but apparently Christmas had arrived.
Christmas in Sunny Southern California: never quite a Wintry Wonderland event.
The embroidery on a sweatshirt in the hotel gift shop explains why us San Diego natives often feel out of sync with the east coast.
While the folks in the East Coast colonies where busy rebelling against British taxation, the folks on the West Coast were busy planting vineyards and establishing sunny missions under Spanish rule.
It is hard to wrap one's brain around the idea that while Valley Forge was being endured for "our" freedom, other folks were enjoying sunny day amidst flowers and humming birds.
No wonder the Friars never considered pushing east for more land!
I've actually stayed at this Hilton twice.
Both times the Bird of Paradise bloomed in the slightly chilled air.
That first visit we didn't have a chance to take a leisurely walk along the waterfront.
We arrived late, and left early that time.
That first visit was on our wedding night, and it marked the beginning of our honeymoon.
We spent our first two honeymoon nights in one of these bay front rooms.
Bernie graduated from Bible college the day after our wedding; there was a lot of events associated with that ceremony so we didn't get to explore the hotel much at all.
A few years later for an anniversary we booked a weekend there again, and STILL didn't get enjoy the ground much. Some day we really need to go there when lollying around the pool would not require a jacket and long pants to stay warm.
As we sauntered around the park, taking pictures of scenes and watching hawks dive through the trees, more and more such garbed people arrived. The men played soccer, the women tended their children.
I took one picture and was challenged about doing so by a young Middle Eastern man standing nearby.
I told him I was photographing the scenery and moved on.