Early in the morning we headed over to nearby La Jolla for a little sea kayaking tour. Only two other people were signed up for the same tour time. Our guide, Mike, was an amical fellow with more than a few stories of adventure. He claimed that he helped a baby whale find its way out of a tough spot just the week before and also said that there was a sea lion in the bay named "Rachel" who made an appearance every time he guided a tour.
I started to feel a a little nauseous while we waited for the other people on our tour to get changed and I began to slightly regret my choice of waffle-bacon eggs Benedict for breakfast at a nearby diner. The bay was experiencing a King Tide this morning so Mike told us to focus on paddling as hard as we could past the surf and into the open water. He did a pretty good job of directing us in our tandem kayaks and soon enough we were coasting on the waves.
We encountered a few dolphins and many sea birds. If the tide had been calmer we may have been able to explore the bay's natural basalt caves but the waters were simply too rough for that. In fact, when we paddled closer to the cave side of the bay the swells were so high that the man in the other tandem kayak got sick.
According to our guide we were as far as two miles off the coast during our tour.
A sea lion that may have been the mysterious "Rachel"
Kelp!
Next, we drove about 20 minutes over to the community of Mira Mesa, the site of today's operation for Green Flash Brewing Co. We spent a little over an hour trying many samples of their beer and enjoyed nearly every single one. I really really miss west coast beer. After, we made a pilgrimage to In-N-Out so that Hans could have The Experience.
We were kind of looking for things to do at this point so we went back to Balboa Park at Hans' suggestion and went to the San Diego Model Railroad Museum and had fun looking at all of the painstaking detail. There was one room that was kind of an explosion of noise, color, and pop culture.
Walking through the park later we wandered past the Japanese Friendship Garden, a holdover from San Diego's 1915 Panama-California Exposition
In the evening Hans and I met up with K again at Border X Brewing in the Barrio Logan neighborhood of the city. K had told me about their horchata beer and boy did it not disappoint! We had such a good time drinking in their beer garden and talking under the lunar eclipse overhead that we lost track of time. Even the employees forgot about us and finally had to kick us out after they had been closed for twenty minutes!
Hans and I hadn't eaten dinner earlier in the evening so we made a quick take-out stop at Lola 55, scurried back to the hotel, and scarfed down some tacos.
That's about when my trouble began. Unfortunately, our weekend of hedonism caught up to me and I spent the night (and next day) feeling really sick. It was so bad that the next morning when we drove over to Coronado I could barely function. I felt a little better after sitting on the beach while Hans went for a walk but soon after I was passed out in the rental car.
K came to my absolute rescue and offered her guest bed for the afternoon so we hung out at her place until it was time to go to the airport. After I napped for a bit we had such a lovely and low-key visit.
We made it back home without much drama but we were glad for a day of recovery. It took me a few extra days to feel 100 percent. San Diego is definitely a city we wouldn't mind revisiting!
Coronado Beach
San Diego skyline
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