Thursday Recap: San Diego Sightseeing

As an unemployed person, it is quite easy to fall into a deep, dark hole. I mean, overall, I'm good, but there are times when I dip...where you don't even apply to a dream job for fear of rejection. And then it continues and you get used to being up till sunrise, sleeping until the middle of the day and then all of the sudden it catches up and a good friend calls you up and smacks you right out of it.

And so it was, Jason called me to have lunch. He was at Gelato Vero and I needed fresh air, so I picked him up and we had lunch. We agreed on trying a new place in Point Loma. There was a coupon in the Uptown Magazine. For what we paid, I'd say it was ok, but it was mediocre at best. Still, a lovely time with Jason. Then I thought we should get a cocktail at the place I read about in Street. But then I found out that Jason, a San Diego native, had never been to Cabrillo Monument. What? If you live in San Diego, you have to visit Cabrillo Monument. So we pumped the iPod, and headed up to the monument.



First we hit the tidepools...the Pacific side of the Cabrillo. I remember being a kid and coming here and seeing crabs, starfish, sea anemone, etc. But now it seems so trampled over and you're lucky to find a crab. Still, it was so beautiful, even with the overcast sky. The seabreeze and occasional splashes were refreshing, even though we had limited time to enjoy the tidepools.

From the tidepools, we drove to the other side of the "national park", where my sister got married, and it was nice to pretty much be there without tourists and just walk and hike on our own. This is a picture of the mirrors that create the bright light within a lighthouse...a replica perhaps, but there is something so cool about seeing that so close up.

Then I pretended I was a photographer and took pictures. Everyone knows that San Diego has several haunted spots, so being here, where the Portuguese discoverers originally landed, there's a little bit of magic and spirituality and maybe a little bit of a haunted feeling when you're out on this peninsula. There's this connection with the past, present, and future when you're out there. If you haven't been there, get there. And if you don't have a car, there's a muni bus that goes there...I think it's number 28... but so worth it.




So I think when I was a kid we could climb up the tower, but this time around, not so. But you can still kinda climb into the tower. So here's me up top taking a pic of Jason at the bottom of the lighthouse.


And this is looking up into the lighthouse. It really is a spectacular sight if you bother to make the trek. It's in your own backyard! What is your excuse?



This was an earlier pic on the Pacific side of the National Park...in the tidepools. We were there at high tide so we didn't see many animals, but this little crab was in a crevace of the cliffs.


Oh, and when we were on the bay side, Jason paid the quarter or whatever to zoom into the bay. So I thought I'd try to use my camera and it seemed awful but I kinda think this came out a little bit cool.

God, these pics are so out of order and I don't know how to get them in a proper timeline, but nonetheless, here's Jason on the ocean side... moving rocks?

So after our Cabrillo Monument deviation, we sought out The Pearl. It took us at least four stops to try and find some wi-fi so we could find the rec on The Street, but eventually we parked near High Tech High and got a signal and found the address. We found the hotel and promptly seated ourselves in a cabana, watching a show on internet tv and I couldn't imagine being in a better spot.

I know the Pearl is in Point Loma, but it is so cool and the bar is so rad and the happy hour drinks fit in my unemployed budget ($5 margs, $3 Stellas) that I know I will be back.


All in all, it was a great day. This doesn't even cover the awesome dinner I had with Sara at Bleu Boheme or the show I went to at Scolari's later in the night, but seriously, I appreciate my friends so much for helping me appreciate my city in such a big way all over again.