One of our good friends lives in San Diego, and we were looking forward to seeing him and staying at his house for our second "leisure week".
When I say leisure here, I really mean it.
We opened the huge front door, and walked into the foyer. As soon as we were in, I remembered everything from five years back almost instantly. I knew exactly where the kitchen, living room, weight room, all four bedrooms and their bathrooms were. I guess it's like riding a bike with some places. Especially this one. Even the outside was magnificent! The swimming pool was big enough to house a dolphin comfortably, and the private tennis court...well, that's really all I have to say! It's private for gosh sakes! We were there for a couple hours by ourselves, when Mr. Keith walked in unexpectedly. "Hello everyone!" He threw his arms out as if to say "Ta-da! I'm here!" Despite that he swooped in from a side door, and surprised us all, I thought it was a pretty grand entrance. But hey, he's a grand guy, so why not? Mr. Keith is a hunter, and a good one at that. Every time we sat down to dinner, there was always a story to go along with whatever wild animal we were about to eat. I think I ate more meat in five days than I have in five years! Boar sausage, deer burgers, elk burgers, you name it, he'd shot it.
On Sunday, we all piled into two cars. Mr. Keith found out that I had gotten my license and asked if I would like to chauffeur him to church while the other car followed. He drives a BMW. Do I have to say anything else? It was a really smooth ride. After church we ate lunch at the Fairbanks Ranch Country Club and watched the World Cup right there while we ate. Wahoo!!! Go Spain!!!
We went on two hikes while we were in San Diego. The first one was seven miles long, and the last one was only two and a half. The first one was really pretty, but I loved the second one, because at the end was the Pacific Ocean! The beach itself was nice, and we played in the waves for at least thirty minutes before heading back up.
One of San Diego's crowning glories is Balboa Park. It is 1,200 acres of gorgeous buildings from the turn of the twentieth century. It almost feels like a small town in itself. We went two days in a row, in order to cover a substantial amount of museums and other buildings. The first day we ate lunch at a fantastic restaurant called El Prado. The food was amazing, the atmosphere was great, and the waitress was the best! The second day, we went to the zoo and ate at a place called the Sabertooth Cafe....I'm embarrassed to even call it a cafe. The food was less than satisfactory, and on top of that, it only cost about twenty dollars less than the fabulous meal we had eaten the day before. It was bad. Anyway, there are way better places to eat in San Diego. We are headed to Yosemite National Park!
