Last Tuesday was our last day in San Diego. After a little bit of the usual debate over what we should do that day… (I don’t care, I’m up for whatever…No, I don’t care, you can decide where we go…No, you decide…No, you!…) They made me the “boss.” 🙂 Ugh. I never want to be the decision-maker, and I don’t know why. Nonetheless, there I was, the boss for the day. So I suggested we go to the beach again. We had done everything that I wanted to do in San Diego, and my favorite thing had been the ocean. We had also been talking about a sandwich place called Submarina, so we decided to stop there to get a picnic lunch to take with us. We headed out to Mission Beach, and found a place to sit and eat.
After our lunch, Jessica and I went in search of more seashells for Christine. We found tons! No searching required. I just had to look down. We collected a handful, and rinsed the sand off.
I also took a few more pictures of the ocean, including what has turned out to be my favorite:
A little bit later, Dave and I got a little bit more frisbee in before we had to head to the airport:
Then, the sad, sad part of the trip. Jessica dropped us off at the airport. Our famous last words as we hugged goodbye: “I’m not crying.” “Me either.” Sigh… It was so wonderful to get to see her for six days in a row, and it was so sad to leave.
And soon, the end-of-vacation exhaustion set in. Notice Dave, fast asleep, snoring away, and notice our plane pulling up to the gate:
(Okay, fine, he wasn’t snoring. But it would have made a funnier story…) 🙂
He’s lucky to have me around. If it hadn’t been for me, he would still be in San Diego. 🙂
It was a wonderful trip! I hope to go back again, and most importantly, I look forward to visiting Jessica wherever she might live.
Wow, six days of blogging about my vacation. What in the world am I supposed to blog about tomorrow???