TOP 10 San Diego Trip Moments:
1- Hotel and Staff were absolutely OUTSTANDING! I have never, ever had a combination of hotel quality, location, room size, cleanliness, view, all around accommodations AND an ENTIRE staff that was beyond helpful going WAY out of their way to help and to be friendly. Seriously….. when planning this trip I kept forgetting where we were staying, but I know I will never forget the name again. Pacific Terrace Hotel in San Diego @ Mission Beach. Perfection….. That is why it is my #1
2- My LONG walks on the beach by myself…early morning, late afternoon, early evening….whenever. It was joyous and thought provoking. It was cleansing, refreshing, emotional, and it took me back to growing up in VB and all those walks I took so many years ago.
3- Despite the the lack of sun, which was the main reason I was so excited to go, I truly enjoyed my beach days. I just sat….sometimes in the warmth of the fleeting rays of sun peeking through the cloud cover, and sometimes in my bathing suit with a jacket. Either way I was in my own little bit of heaven. Similar to my longs walks, just sitting and watching the waves crash in, the people jog past, the surfers paddle out, the families enjoying themselves just gave me such a calm peace. There is no other way to describe it, but calm peace. As Eric wanted me to do, I actually “vacated” and focused on me…and nothing and no one else. It was a good dose of the perfect medicine.
4- One of the things I thought about was Coast to Coast….Sunrise in the East and Sunset in the West. I wonder if which coast we gravitate to has anything to do with our attitudes on how we live our day to day lives? Do you prefer the East Coast where you can see each day dawn again and again and know that for the next twelve hours or so that you have a blank slate and you get to write your day. You can begin each new unwritten day and challenge yourself to BE and DO amazing things. OR, do you prefer the West Coast and as the sun sets you can reflect on how you spent that day of your life…..did you make a difference to someone, or did you LIVE that day to it’s fullest? Like a page turning in a book, was your day filled with worthwhile words? Just a thought……
5-Footprints: As I walked and walked and walked and walked some more, I loved looking at the footprints of those who had just walked before me. Specifically I got a bit emotional when I saw a set of large footprints and then three times as many little tiny ones directly beside them….obviously a little one walking with mom or dad. It just touched me.
6- Footprints #2 – Still walking and looking at the footprints before me I realized that of course I couldn’t see my own footprints that were left behind me. An obvious enough realization, but then I wondered if anyone else saw MY footprints and had the same thoughts. Did my footprints give them direction?
7-Each day I would pick up the girls at the Old Town Transit Station after they rode the trolley back from Comic-Con. I would hug them once they got off, partly because I missed them and partly because I was so relieved to see them and have them in my care again. Then after I hugged them an old man who looked as though life was giving him a challenge was walking in the opposite direction and said, “Do I get a hug too?” I said, “Of course! Everyone could use a good hug, right?!” I gave him a big hug and he hugged back just a bit tighter. He smiled and said, “Yes they could”….his smile spread from ear to ear and I feel like his day was just a bit brighter at that moment. I know hugging strangers makes many people uncomfortable, but to me it’s a little squeeze of life and a reminder that they matter, and that they are loved….even by strangers.
8- Despite that fact that my sunny vacation wasn’t as sunny as I wanted, I will admit that there is something about San Diego in general that drew me in. I still can’t put my finger on it, but I liked it…. Not that I WANT to live there, but I COULD see myself living there…..and I’ll admit that it surprises me to say that. Virginia has always been my home.
9- I did it! I flew across the country, without my partner who is always in charge when it comes to vacations and who keeps me calm and reassured. I found my way around and drove the interstate in California, (thanks to the GPS in my rental car), solved problems as they came up, managed to enjoy myself….a lot……didn’t freak out, and felt INVISIBLE. At first I was a little weirded out that no one paid any attention to me. (other than the hotel staff who was very attentive). But just strangers….no one looked at me, no passerbys gave a glance, no one stared at me like I had something on my face or that my hair was sticking up or that I reminded them of someone, and no one even gave me the “look” and eyed me up and down. No one. No one gave me a SECOND look because no one gave me a FIRST look. In truth, I felt invisible. It was almost like I didn’t matter….which was actually rather calming.
10- Spending four days in a beach community took me back to high school. I’d look at all the couples who walked the beach together holding hands, the girlfriends who sat and watched while their boyfriends surfed, the guys who tried to one up each other with a spectacular frisbee catch or volleyball serve. I remembered being that girl, walking on the beach, waiting for her boyfriend to take a break from the ‘waves’, and I smiled. I am thankful that I grew up where I did, when I did, and for sharing my high school years with those I did. I wouldn’t change a thing about my life and where all those experiences and all those people led me. I’m sure glad I’m not in high school anymore, but it was nice to reflect. Which leads me to my last moment: There was a teenage boy who looked to be about 18 or 19, a man who clearly was his father, and another man who was clearly HIS father. Three generations of men all throwing the football to each other. And I mean throwing! They were serious, very talented, and if I could guess based on all three of their build, arm, distance and accuracy, football must have played a big part of their lives….maybe even when THEY were in high school? It was just fun to watch, no real poignant moment, just a full circle thought. Much like those footprints I saw before me and the ones I couldn’t see behind me, these men represented the same. You know where you’ve been, but you continue to move forward and hope someone is inspired or intrigued enough to follow YOUR footprints.
Thanks San Diego, you’re alright.
TOP 10 San Diego Trip Moments: