After a final pineapple juice-soaked carb-high session of late night poker, we left Surf City on a high note and headed still farther south to San Diego via La Jolla.
We couldn’t miss La Jolla since a close friend spent a couple of expat years there with his family after considerable extensive research to identify the best place on earth to enjoy an adult gap year. We were naturally consumed with curiosity to see this Eden, and driving in to see the surreal blue skies and lush vegetation, it was easy to be seduced. A delightful unpretentious lunch of simple grilled meats and salad on paper plates at a not unreasonable cost set us up for a stroll down to the bay and a spot of bird watching.
Bird watching was cut short however by some scary Hitchcockian avian posturings by flying beasts with terrifyingly long beaks…
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