We raced down to San Diego for another work trip for Bear and I got to tag along. He’s part of a training program that takes him all over the place, and he always ends up with a free hotel room that just sits empty. So I get to play trophy wife and have another little luxurious weekend.
This trip actually stressed me out more than relaxed me. It snuck up on me as I was in the middle of juggling a million other things, and I ended up leaving a bunch of things undone as we left town. But Bear had to go either way, so I get to choose between parenting Atti by myself in the midst of all my undone stuff, or running away from it all. Come on, like it’s even a decision.
San Diego is a really wonderful food town, and we ate like kings. This is from Tioli’s Crazeeburger, one of the best burger places ever, and it’s a Venison burger with bacon, poached pear, cream, and plum jelly. I have driven embarrassing distances for this burger, and it is worth it.
Our hotel was right downtown, on the border of the Gaslamp and Little Italy neighborhoods. But we found out only after we parked the car that the price for parking literally tripled if we expected to come and go. Parking was already $18 a day, so we gave up any plans we had and hiked anywhere we needed to get around town.
The Heat. Oh my gosh. I am not made for it. I spent all day Tuesday walking and walking and walking around Little Italy looking for all the fantastic home decor stores I had researched online, and they were all gone. I walked 50 blocks and only found this great Architectural Salvage store with that absolutely outrageous staircase. Is that gorgeous, or what?
I spent the rest of the trip safely ensconced in my hotel room with the air conditioner on full blast, and taking long long uninterrupted showers. Which was still a pretty great getaway.
