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Sunday.

After a lovely breakfast with the cuz, she showed us around Pacific Beach, drove through Mission Beach, and attempted to go to Ocean Beach — I love these names — but had to cut short our tour due to homework. Pacific and Mission both look like the beach towns in Delaware: a bit cluttered, a little worn, a lot of people, funny-named shops lining the main streets. After our good-byes, Mom and I headed to the main city. It was overcast.

I asked Chelle where we could find the gay in town, and she suggested Five Point and Gaslamp Quarter. We walked around the Gaslamp Quarter mostly and drove through random sections of town while looking for it. Most things are painted fruity colors and in different shapes. It makes for fun visuals.




There don’t seem to be a lot of fast food restaurants. At least, there aren’t many national chains. San Diego keeps it classy with the Hooters.



After walking around the shops of the area, we decided to head back to San Diego International Airport early. I was able to catch up on internet things there as they have FREE WIRELESS HUZZAH. The airport is nice in other respects: good food selection, nice people. The bad: not enough seating room or power outlets. The chairs are comfortable if you can get them.

We flew to Albuquerque last night and were waited on by Christian Bale-a-like-circa-american-psycho. He was super nice and gave me his number if I wanted to get in contact with an art professor he knows. I discovered the Jackie Earle Haley-a-like from the plane is actually a lot older when the lights came on. Still cool. Very friendly and has a Tigger jacket. Yes.

We got to our Albuquerque hotel last night in the wee hours and slept for ten hours. Hell yes. Next up: Santa Fe.

San Diego is a nice place with nice people. It looks to be very people-centric with lots of shit to do. All the clothing shops I saw were super pricey and very surfer-oriented like Quiksilver. Plenty of people were outside running or biking or skating, and the majority of the people I noticed were fairly fit. I didn’t get to see the older parts of town nor did I notice any thrift shops. Chelle did show us the nicer parts of the area, though. There was a clothing resale shop or two, similar to Plato’s Closet only more vintagey and upscale. The house trend is ranch-style and long with little or no yards. The geography has both flat spots and mountainy hills, and the shorelines are kickass. It’s a cute place.