The man next to me asked me where I was stationed. That was all we need to spark an hour-long conversation from Tuscon to San Diego.
These types of conversations have happened a lot to me over the past 5 years or so but honestly it’s been a while since I’ve followed through with a conversation past the pleasantries.
The guy knew Joe Pa, liked traveling, and was invested in exploring. Okay guy in my book! Little kid who sat with his mom on the other side of me was the only type of kid I hope to have… happy and quiet!
After sitting down, Uncle F and I went over on a scenic roundabout that was improved greatly by some great fish tacos at a yacht club. Don’t know if the Yacht Club atmosphere is my scene, but it sure inspired me to try my hand at sailing eventually (last time, when I was ten I puked my guts out all day 25 miles off the coast of Florida).
I kept looking at the Skyline of San Diego as we drove around and couldn’t help but think about Ron Burgundy in Anchorman. San Diego… Which of course, in German, means a Whale’s Vagina.
…Anyway. The city was truly a sight to see. Gas Lamp, the navy base, the marina, the Pacific. All picture worthy.
