Every year, we seem to eventually give in to the siren call of vacation. The last two years we were happily pulled away to entertaining family weddings that brought a lot of the family together. Apparently no one wanted to get married this year, so we had to take matters into our own hands.
On Thursday, we began our journey to California with surprisingly little fuss. We made it to the airport with plenty of time to spare, the kids enjoyed some McDonald’s (which they only get when we’re traveling by plane), and everyone was perfectly well behaved on the flight.
We arrived in wonderful San Diego to a nice sunny sky and perfectly mild temperatures, and began to consider the price of real estate in the immediate vicinity. Shortly after arriving at the hotel and getting things settled into a room, we met up with some familiar faces.
We chose a place to eat via Internet and wandered around lost for a little while before discovering that it was actually a small stand inside an outdoor food court. Luckily they had a nice table overlooking the water where we could enjoy our fish tacos.
We finished our meal and went for a short walk down to the USS Midway, which was conveniently anchored (permanently) nearby.
We all retired for some rest, which was probably a good idea considering the long weekend we had ahead of us. We reconvened in the morning and got right down to business.
We had our choice between Sea World and the San Diego Zoo, and the weather dictated we choose the latter.
We somehow lucked out and wound up on what I believe was a comedy-oriented tour of the zoo. This involved a tour guide who called himself “Zooman” and spent 50 minutes making animal calls (and getting responses back) and generally being wacky. The kids loved it.
We realized it was time for lunch just after disembarking, so we found someplace with burgers and sat down for a nice quiet meal.
After that it was lots of walking around, plenty of unfulfilled demands for face painting, and more walking.
Eventually we decided we’d done enough walking and gave Christy an opportunity to be utterly terrified. We could have just hopped on a bus to get back to the entrance but what fun would that be?
Then, because walking around the zoo all day wasn’t enough for us, we headed out to the beach.
The sun began to fade, so we had to try and get everyone cleaned up and off to dinner. We wound up at a pizza place that’s so good I’ll actually give them a (very rare for this blog) straight up name check: Alexander’s Pizza. Should you find yourself in the area, I highly recommend the peanut butter cup Scooby Snacks. Deadly to any diet, but worth it. The kids had no problem cleaning their plates and demanding some dessert pizza to finish it all up. Fine, I demanded it, and ate much of it.
Thus exhausted, we retreated to our hotel rooms in preparation for the next morning, when we’d be checking out of our hotels and heading north for even more fun (not to mention more cousins). But that’ll have to wait for next time.