When we got back to San Diego on Sunday, we debated a surfing lesson but nixed it due to the potential frigidness of the Pacific this time of year. Instead, we took to the water in kayaks! We set off from La Jolla, and paddled around the coast til we got to an area populated with seals. Seals!
Seals are really, really loud. Who knew.
Our kayak outing was not particularly strenuous - the water was very placid, the sun was setting and the breeze was light. I found it almost meditative, especially once I found my rowing rhythm. Now, all I need is a lake to wake up on every morning and my very own bright green kayak to achieve total bliss. OHMMMMM.
The highlight of our kayak adventure, though, was when we got home and went to upload the seven or so photos my brother had taken on his roommate's nifty waterproof camera. I plugged it into my iPad only to see over 200 pictures pop up! We broke into a fit of giggles when we realized he had set it on "every 5 seconds" and our entire trip was documented from the perspective of my brother's lifejacket. Lots of awkward pictures of chins and knee caps, but a few neat ones we found in the mix.
After our kayak (and photo) adventure, we set off on another culinary adventure. Yes I am keenly aware that the only thing that kept me from weighing twice as I do by the end of this trip was all the activity we did! One of Matt's attendings had told him to visit a specific Mexican restaurant in old town because they had "the best margaritas in town."
Done.
Only apparently, that's like saying "go to the Chinese restaurant in China town." Old Town IS pretty much all Mexican restaurants and tourist shops! Fortunately she had provided specific name and address that Matt pulled up on his email, and we were able to find it. When every other restaurant was empty at 6pm on a Sunday night, this one had people spilling out into the street waiting so we were pretty optimistic.
It was indeed the best margarita I have ever had. Hands down. I rarely get margaritas in restaurants because they seem to be all sugar. This one was the exception. A 6 count of tequila (which according to former bartender brother is 2 shots), a 3 count of Triple Sec, a squirt of sour mix all into a pre-chilled, pre-salted glass.
Mmmm.
Oh and the food? Almost forgot about that. It was also the best Mexican food I have ever had. Lo siento Carolina del Norte, you've got nothing on San Diegan Mexican cuisine. (I assume being about 25 minutes from the border has a little something to do with that....).
Anyways, we enjoyed our Mexi-meal and headed home with our bellies full and happy. Another day, another adventure, another meal. We are loving our West Coast vacation.
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