Similar to Albuquerque’s Old Town, San Diego’s Old Town is full of Mexican influenced architecture, art and kitsch. And I wanted to flood you with some photos just because I can’t say anything more about the place. Hahaha!
I’m usually a stickler for cheaper products and services. Not that cheap is always good, but I look for more value for money more than anything else. But sometimes I don’t mind paying a little premium to get better service.
And in the realm of bookstores, anything related to cooking and eating, Kitchen Arts & Letters is worth the time (and money) out of a short NYC visit.
I did not grow up with Julia Child on our TV screens. We had a local counterpart, but this post isn’t about her. This is about Julia Child, whom I had got to know better when I watched “Julie & Julia” (for like a bazillion times!) and read through her memoirs. And I vowed to visit her exhibit at the Smithsonian in Washington DC if fates give us the chance to do so in our stay in the US.
I guess I was just one lucky duck when The Husband and I finally got our feet in Washington DC for a weekend. The Smithsonian National Museum of American History was a must visit.
Our GPS has a nickname: the scenic route GPS.
En route back to Texas from the East Coast, past Philadelphia, PA, we entered a two-lane highway and then started seeing horse drawn carriages with bearded men in black and white suits. The air was filled with the smell of tilled earth, manure and green leaves.
I looked at The Husband and said “I don’t think we’re in the modern world anymore.” No we weren’t in Kansas, but deep in the heart of Amish Country.
“Oh wow, look at that church!” I exclaimed and pointed to the gothic structure glowing yellow in the darkest of night as we drove into the town of Roanoke, Virginia to get a night’s sleep after the 16-hour drive from Texas.
Of course, The Husband didn’t see as he was focused on driving to get us to our hotel as fast as our rental car could.
The first time we drove into New York City via the Holland Tunnel, I hated it. The streets were narrow, full of grime, spit, candy wrappers, plastic bags and dirt puddles. A black rental town car swerved from the right to the far left end of Canal Street, hitting the Toyota Camry that was on a stand still. The town car driver stepped out and started cursing at the Toyota Camry’s driver.
Tempers flared from the cars behind us, honking madly, demanding our car to fly over the altercation between the town car and the Camry. Well, sorry bud; we still ain’t in that future.
Oh, we’re really in the big city. What’s so great about New York City anyway?
The best things in life are free, as they say. And in La Jolla Cove, San Diego, this is so true!
You get to see seals up close and personal in their natural habitat without paying a ticket. Well, I guess all you have to do is drive yourself down to La Jolla Cove, San Diego, which is around 2-3 hours from Los Angeles and its surrounding cities, and then walk down to the cove.
Every time The Husband and I travel to visit the Grand Canyon, or rather attempt to travel to the great hole in the ground (Oh woe is the ever elusive Grand Canyon!), we somehow stumble upon something else and eventually not end up reaching the Grand Canyon. But our stumbles have not been disappointing at all. Who would have thought that we would even stumble upon THE Hoover Dam?
The Husband took a turn when we saw the “Hoover Dam” directional sign and I was blown away by the greatness of this gargantuan man made structure.
When The Husband said he was going to New Jersey for a business trip, the first thing that tumbled out of my mouth was “ICANGOTONEWYORKANDVISITTHESERIOUSEATSOFFICE! Squuuueeeeeeeeee!!!”
“So you know someone from there? Will they even allow you in?”
With raised eyebrows, he asked “So you’ve met her in person?”
But today, I can actually say that YES I have met Robyn and the rest of the Serious Eats gang in person.
Weeks out of the sunny Southwest make me miss the bright blue skies. I really thought that spring time is all about sunshine, the green grass and cheery speckles of flowers. Maybe not in the East Coast. The past days have been all overcast skies and puddled potholed roads.
Though I think God was on our side when it was all sunshine in our Washington DC visit for the National Cherry Blossom Festival.