Normally when I travel, D calls ahead to all the restaurants I’m going to (since it’s usually not my choice where we go!) to make sure I have some yummy vegan eats. Well, last night I was lucky to have a colleague do that! It was very nice, and VK called ahead to a few restaurants to be sure my veganism could be accommodated.
I was definitely not disappointed with my meal at JSIX. They’re a farm to table restaurant (my fav kind), and the food was wonderful. First was an appetizer of lemon hummus, marinated veggies (I want to eat those cucumbers ALL the time) and really dense pita. I also had a pasta dish with mushroom ragu and eggplant, and a side of brussel sprouts because lets face it, I’m a total sucker for a good brussel sprout!
I also had two different Bloody Mary’s since my last post. One was very non-traditional and looked more like an entrée, and one was a standard spicy one. Always my favorite!
I woke earlier than planned this morning when I was texted by a co-worker back in Virginia – who either forgot or ignored that he’s 3 hours ahead of me, and 7am for him is NOT an acceptable texting hour for me, but alas – it was too late and I was up.
I opted for an hour of gentle yoga this morning rather than anything grueling. I’ve gotten some good workouts this weekend, and a whole ton of walking, so there was no guilt there!
The conference is now over and it went well. Some of the conversations I had were much more productive than others, and a few were downright disappointing, but overall, I did get what I needed from it.
Last night I went to dinner with one of my hosts, and aside from getting sidetracked (read….lost) on the way through a less than stellar part of town, had a great time. Lot’s of talk of work, soccer, food, and family.
After doing all my required activities today, I decided to try and check out some of the city outside of the conference center and area where my hotel is. I went to Ocean Beach and Mission Beach, went back to my hotel, and then walked up to Little Italy.
At some point during the day today, I decided I really want a new tattoo. And in that though processes, started thinking that doing it today would be a good idea. Thankfully I called D and we chatted a bit, and I decided a tattoo can wait until I get home, and got a pedicure instead.
So I have a few soon to be parting thoughts about San Diego. It’s been an interesting trip for me for a few reasons. Many, many years ago – I actually lived here. In fact A, my oldest daughter, was born here. I haven’t been here in 18 years, and to be honest – I was a dirt poor enlisted military girl, so I didn’t really know or see much of San Diego proper, even when I did live here.
And I noticed that I recognized nothing. No familiarity, no sense of returning to a place I once called home. That on it’s own made me a little sad
Okay, so first, a list of the things I like..
- the weather. I want to bottle up the 90 degree sunny days and take them home with me for all times.
- walking everywhere! One of my dreams is to be somewhere where I can walk or bike everywhere I want to go. I’ve done a lot of walking and exploring, and I love that.
- lots of runners! Everywhere I looked, I saw runners and for some reason, that makes me really happy.
- sunsets are pretty
- people have been friendly to me everywhere I’ve gone
- very diverse city and I find that a lot of fun
So now here’s what I don’t like…
- its dirty, and in a lot of areas – smells horribly.
- an incredibly large population of homeless. And please let me explain – people being homeless don’t bother me. I know many people who think that all homeless choose to be on the streets because their too lazy to work, etc. That’s simply a bunch of BS. Mental illness (and no infrastructure in our country to care for them), hard times, veterans, and sure – plenty of addicts. But still…no one grows up wanting to be homeless. What has bothered me since I got to San Diego is how people walk right over them like they’re not there. That people in their expensive clothes and fancy handbags and fast cars, spare nothing for their fellow man and woman. That I can be in a city where so many people have so much – and so many people have absolutely nothing. It just seems….heartless.
- while I’ve had good food, the veg scene just doesn’t exist.
So my verdict? Okay to visit, but wouldn’t want to live here. And tomorrow, I go home, and I’m SO happy about that.