We’re back from a marvelous spring break! C. and I spent two weeks traveling to see my parents in Las Vegas, then R. joined us all to travel out to San Diego for a fun little road trip. Two weeks without dogs, cats, school, cooking, working, and all of my other normal responsibilities? Blissful. When I tell people that my parents live in Las Vegas, their immediate comment is that it must be so much fun to visit them. Sure, my parents are fun, but truthfully, it’s not that different than visiting parents who live anywhere else. We don’t hit The Strip; we don’t gamble; we don’t go clubbing. We just hang out with family, enjoy the sunshine, and we eat (yes, at the occasional buffet), because that’s what my family does when we’re together, and may I just say we do it really, really well.
So off to San Diego we went in a really sweet rented minivan. Holy crap, y’all. When did those things get so high-end and easy to drive? I’m embarrassing myself as I write this, but it was nearly brand new, and it was really, really, really swanky. The buttons! To open and shut the big doors! So convenient! And the bucket seats! So comfy! BUT. Those of you familiar with downtown San Diego will know that a minivan is a downright stupid vehicle choice in that city. Not only is traffic heavy and unyielding (apparently lane-changing is frowned upon by the locals), parking is impossible to find. Not to pat myself on the back, but I parallel parked that monstrosity TWICE (successfully, I should probably note), and I had to navigate it through parking structures that must have been designed with Smart Cars in mind (we had only inches to spare on either side of the vehicle, and all of my traveling companions chose to close their eyes to quell their fears).
Aside from that, San Diego was lovely. We hit the beach at Coronado Island, and I grew insanely jealous of the people living in those gorgeous houses facing the water. We hit Legoland in Carlsbad, which, I’ll admit, I would have loved at C’s age. She, of course, had a blast, and the rest of us tagged along to watch her enjoy herself. We also managed to hit the San Diego Zoo, which R. and I hadn’t been to since our honeymoon nearly 12 years ago. We trudged for miles through that place, and despite sore feet, we all loved it. Aside from touristy things, we ate, and ate, and ate some more at some truly exquisite restaurants. The Gaslamp Quarter downtown has an amazing selection of restaurants, and we were lucky to pick 3 at random that were so freaking good.
So there’s my very unexciting recap of Spring Break. I’m thinking, though, that I might *gasp* post some pictures of our adventures. That would a) be very out of character since up until recently, I’ve been incredibly paranoid about outing myself online, and b) probably make this post a lot more interesting. Let’s see how long it takes me to get them transferred to my computer, then we’ll talk.
Anybody else do anything fun over spring break?
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