This was first posted on fellow blogger Jeyran’s site.
San Diego is only a couple of hours drive from my Los Angeles County home. That said, how can it be that prior to a few months ago, years had passed since I’d visited?
Originally, my husband and I planned to only overnight in San Diego, en route to Guadalupe, Mexico’s burgeoning wine and culinary arts region. In the best way, San Diego romanced us into saving Mexico for the future.
The first night, we ambled through the Gaslamp District, a happening area pulsing with nightlife, street performers, and restaurants.
The next day we perused Balboa Park’s abundance of science and art museums, many of them free admission, and gardens.
Colorful American quilts wowed me!
What detail and texture on these Russian icons!
A reader, one of my fave creatures, rocks Italian painter Savoldo’s painting!
In Little Italy that night we enjoyed a terrific highfaluting dinner infused with basil, oregano, and garlic at a non-gourmet price. Afterward, we tangoed among friendly dancers on a great floor.
Our last day, before leaving for home, we brunched Mexican style in Old Town. Under shady trees, a series of live bands rocked, salsaed, and serenaded us.
Thank you, San Diego!
Happiness Between Tails by da-AL 
Looks and sounds like you had fun. Nice art. I have never been to the West coast. I am glad you had a good time and enjoyed yourselves.
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thank you!
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