The San Diego love affair began this past July when I ran away for 5 days. I didn’t know much about SD other than it was 2 hours away from LA and I had a few friends who lived in Pacific Beach. I had this overwhelming feeling that I had to get out of LA as fast as I could. So I did. I called my friend on Thursday night, packed a bag, got in my car, and left the next morning.
Can I just say that I-5 has never looked better than it does on the way down to San Diego? Almost everywhere else in California, I-5 is a complete migraine. It’s ugly, barren and dry. Once you’re past Orange County everything just looks green. Seriously, everything. It’s kind of unreal in the most beautiful way.
Since that first “runaway” trip I’ve been back a handful of times. I can’t seem to help myself. It’s gorgeous down there, the weather rocks and they have killer Mexican food. I tend to stay in the Pacific Beach area and Garnet has become my new favorite street since it has so many little shops, bars and restaurants.
This past weekend I made a 24 hour trip to SD to catch the Giants play the Padres at Petco stadium. After the game, my friends and I met up with more of our high school friends at the new country bar off Garnet called Reds. They only play country music, it’s amazing. Garth Brooks, Hunter Hayes, Taylor Swift, George Straight, old and new they played it all. I was in heaven. Mostly because it was the first time I’d been anywhere and I didn’t have to pretend that I knew the words to every single song, I actually did. Seriously, every single one.
San Diego, I love you. Thank you for being my escape when I need to get out of la-la land. Thank you for always being delicious. And thank you for tanning my pale white skin. Everything you do is much appreciated.