I went exploring this morning, taking the car with me through downtown La Jolla to Mission Beach. The downtown is cute (think Davis + Sebastopol at the edge of a beach), even if the roads made no logical sense. The beach-side walk is a little like 17 miles near Monterey, except with fewer trees. (SD as a whole has fewer trees.) I found the SD museum for contemporary arts which is decorated with a cluster of what appeared, on closer inspection, to be canoes, at one of the top corners of the building. There's a St. James church across from it and I could hear the choir singing inside while I walked by. I stayed for a few moments until the people who were sitting in front of the church started looking at me funny. I am happy to report, Lucy, that I did not fall into anything today, pits in the sand or otherwise.
Originally I meant to stop at Pacific Beach, but I was going down Missions and driving alongside the beach, through the beach-side communities, appears to be very hypnotic. Which was how I found myself in Mission Beach and had to take a u-turn to get back to the area that I drove through without blinking. (There are a lot of churches and a lot of liquor stores. I wondered if this is indicative of the type of people who lived there.) Going to the beach has apparently replaced baking as my Sunday morning activity. I suppose it's healthier, given how far I walked.
Facebook has too many additional applet things added. Instead of being helpful, now it just looks over-crowded.
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Wanted to add that I have just checked the weather and we're in the 90s down here.
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Sounds like the exploring was a success!
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