I miss California. I miss the easy pace of my trip and the excitement of meeting new people and seeing new things.
After my few days in Chico, we made our way to Sacramento. Ben’s sister, brother in law, and nieces live outside of Sacramento. We made a quick stop in downtown Sacramento, visiting the area of town known as Old Sacramento.
Over and over, during my trip West, I was reminded of the differences in architecture between the East Coast and the West Coast and how “young” the West Coast really is. It is always interesting to me, how your mind can instantly recognize you are in new terrain when traveling. You may not even be able to articulate what feels different (is it the architecture, the topography, the people?) but you know its there.
The suburbs of Sacramento also treated us well. More welcoming family, more great meals, more amazing weather.
We went to an outdoor wine and art festival and somehow I was the only one tasting the wine. About 10 tastes in, I realized I may have just consumed about two glasses of wine in 30 minutes (and at 11AM) and needed a sandwich. Here I am waiting for my sandwich. Don’t I look happy?
After my time wrapped in Sacramento, I sent Ben back to the ‘burgh and continued my journey south, to San Diego. Remember the friend I shared this meal with? I was headed to visit his friendly face at UCSD, where he is pursuing a doctorate.
San Diego started off cold and wet. WTF? I wasn’t expecting weather like that, but we made the best of it and toured La Jolla, drank margaritas, and (when the sun finally came out) made it to the beach.
I also made my way onto the UCSD campus, spending a whole day there on my own, exploring and pretending I was an undergrad. It was kind of glorious.
Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone that welcomed me into your home over the course of this trip. This vacation was just what I needed after a long busy season at work. Just perfect.