One of the most difficult things about being a Californian in London is the winter. I can usually get through December with Christmas lights standing in for sun, and I’m able to get excited in January about the start of a new year. But come February, I’m out of ways to trick my sun-starved self into remembering why I live in London. Which is why every February I seek winter sun. And there’s no better place to do it than San Diego.
“What kind of people do you think lived in the original Gaslamp Quarter?” my guide asks. Erm, prostitutes? San Diego has always been a port city, and where there are sailors…well, you know. Apparently this is the correct answer. The guide proceeds to talk about the Gaslamp’s salacious history, which is fitting for an area that is home to San Diego’s best nightlife.
Mention Rancho Santa Fe to someone in San Diego and you’re bound to get a memorable reaction. “It’s where all the golf courses are,” some say. “It’s where all the rich people live,” others claim. “It’s where my favorite spa is,” my brother’s mother-in-law tells me. And it’s that last one that gets my attention. Rancho Valencia Resort and Spa is her favorite place to relax and rejuvenate, and I have a feeling it’s going to be mine, too.
I’m an aunt! My new nephew was recently born in San Diego, and my mother and I traveled down from San Francisco for his arrival. We spent most of our time at the hospital, but when we weren’t fawning over our new family member, we explored the nearby Point Loma area.
When I was in college, I spent six months living and studying in San Diego. Actually, I lived in a beachside town called Del Mar and studied in a clifftop town called La Jolla. But that’s the way California works. We have one big city surrounded by lots of little ones, and we call the whole place by a single name. But we shouldn’t.
My brother got married on Saturday! I may be a bit biased, but it was the most amazing wedding I’ve ever been to. The ceremony was beautiful and I’ve never seen two people more in love than my brother and his wife. I even saw my brother cry for the first time ever! I couldn’t stop smiling, and it was so great to see how happy they were.
On Saturday I flew down to San Diego for my brother’s fiancee’s wedding shower. The weather was perfect, and her mother’s friends did an amazing job hosting the shower. They made amazing food, decorated the house with their own wedding dresses, and hung photos of the bride and groom outside on the patio.