What It’s Like In San Diego for the Weekend

Like we talked about last week, sometimes it’s good to get a change of scenery if you need a jolt of fresh energy.

I grew up in San Diego, and for years I took it for granted that my hometown was a city that a some folks dream of living in. I had a lot of rough years here – I was mostly a mess until my mid-20s – but coming back to it now, with a lot of distance (and therapy), means I can appreciate how nice it is.

And going from tiny Taos to sprawling San Diego is a fun change. I wouldn’t want to live here full time again, but for a couple months I’m happy to take advantage of all this city has to offer.

This weekend was a good example, even though it was more packed than normal. First off – Hamilton! Yep, I managed to get tickets – last row in the mezzanine – and though I wish I could have been closer, it was fantastic. If you get a chance, see why Lin-Manuel Miranda won a MacArthur Genius Grant.

Excellent meals including seafood at Ironside and a bratwurst and sauerkraut at Liberty Station. I’m not sharing photos of that – you’re welcome – but here are some photos from the weekend:

Sam marched with us at the Women’s March downtown, since he’s been a furry feminist since birth. This sign was a favorite. (Notice the fun sky reflection in her sunglasses.)

This uprooted kelp reminded me of some sort of beached animal. (On the morning walk with Sam.)

I’ve always loved these fountains by the botanical gardens in Balboa Park.

Sunset fetch at dog beach.

And some mischievous pups getting reprimanded by mom.

The end of a good set. (But not for Sam – he only likes to get his paws wet.)

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