Mazatlan to San Diego

Thursday, August 19, 2010

We awoke in site #1, the one I painted in a quilt.

Two years ago I painted the post and rocks at the front of the site.

We returned to a particular thrift store to find something from yesterdays adventures - one item was still there and two things were not.  you must pick up your treasures as you find them.

We drove to Coronado on the spit, passed The Del Hotel.  We drove around the downtown and residential area.   Ken didn't like the area so we left.  Off to Pacific Beach.



Wednesday, August 18, 2010

We started our day with a big hit of caffeine and the loud music of Starbucks.







It really got me going first thing in the morning .  I guess because of the music it was one of my best Starbuck's experiences.

We decided to thrift it up today.  This first two thrift stores we hit were closed.  We were just in Chula Vista, not even really in San Diego.  We were on Broadway.  What fun from one thrift store to the next.  We did find some goodies worth buying.

We wanted to check out the Bonita Farmer's Market.  When have you been to a true farmer's market with lemons, limes, watermelon's and cantaloupe grown by the farmers?  They had stands setting Filipino, East Indian, Salvadorian, Mexican, etc., food.  It was a very positive experience.  We ate a bit too much and so a long walk was in order.  We walked around the Chula Vista gold course, about one and three quarters of an hour walk.  We watched a few innings of slow pitch, saw a horse on the trail and geese, a couple like Mr. Ebden.





Tuesday, August 17, 2010
We visited our first American thrift store - post border.  I bought a travel guide for Mexico, I think there is some irony there somewhere.

You do not want to live somewhere if :
• there is a sign saying, "Santa Cruz River" and there is no water in sight
• there is a sign - "Blowing Dust Area"
• rattlesnakes are in the area
• before going over a bridge you see a sign for a "wash" not a river
• there are misters permanently built into the eves of shopping malls and the mist still does not cool you
• they do not have inside malls, yet you could die of heat stroke going outside

We  arrived at the California checkpoint for fruit.  Ken asked, "Is it always the hot?" They all said, "yes" or shook their head "yes" in unison.  Yuck, it was like an oven as soon as you opened the window or stepped outside.  Not my idea of fun!

I painted all day.  Painting is a much slower "zen" type of process while driving.  I must remember that when I am at home in my wonderful studio.