Day two of our vacation was designated "beach day". Before we could begin though, we needed to get J some swim shorts since he somehow forgot to bring his. After showers and breakfast we headed off to a beach wear store. There was no shortage of them nearby, but I was unaware that J had a specific one in mind. After walking quite some time and passing no less than 5 viable stores, I tripped on the uneven sidewalk and broke my flip flop. It was literally hanging on by a thread as we trekked farther up the road, but it wasn't long before there was no flip in the flop. I'm sure the situation was quite comical to someone on the outside, but I was not laughing at the time. I tried tieing strings of wipes together to hold my shoe on my foot, but they only kept ripping. J wanted to keep going to get to the store he had in mind, which I didn't understand because there was a beachwear store RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET! He offered to go buy me a new pair of flip flops and then come back for me. Um, no. That wasn't going to work for me. Okay, this story is dragging on. In the end we crossed the street where I found a $60 pair of flip flops (gasp), and J got a nearly equally expensive pair of board shorts.
We walked home where it was time to feed the beebs and get her down for a nap before hitting the beach. She didn't eat much because she was so tired, so it was off to bed for her.
G slept for nearly two hours. During that time, J was restless and grumpy. He was frustrated by how little we had done this day because of Genevieve's schedule. He walked and grabbed lunch at the Olive Cafe right around the corner from the condo, and when G woke we got in our suits and sunblocked up. J hated the sunblock I brought because it was difficult to apply. Anywho...we grabbed the beach chairs, towels and umbrella and walked to Mission Beach.
After setting up the beach chairs, which unfortunately were a little rusty, we headed out to the waves. Genevieve was squealing and running around as the waves rolled in. The water was pretty powerful, so we had to have a good handle on the G meister.
To say Genevieve loved the sand would be an understatement! She sat in it, dug in it, sprawled out in it, threw it, kicked it, and even tasted it...twice. I guess she didn't learn her lesson the first time. There are too many pictures to post on the blog, so you'll have to check out the rest on Facebook.
Do I have sand in my hair? |
After G's nap, we got ready to go out to dinner. I packed up some food for Genevieve and I, and we all walked down Mission Blvd. J wanted to carry her rather than using the stroller, and I thought he was a little crazy. I really thought he was crazy the farther we got from our condo. We happened upon this Thai restaurant, which made me excited because I am able to eat green curry without giving Genevieve any problems! The food was great, and we left a little bit of a bigger tip than normal because G made a mess of their lovely tablecloth. :\
After dinner, we went across the street to The Baked Bear so J could see what a customized ice cream sandwich shop was all about. Basically, you choose the outer cookies and the flavor of ice cream. J knew that all of that sugar would kill him, so he opted for a single scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream in a waffle cone. On our looooong walk home (okay, it wouldn't have felt that long if we weren't carrying Genevieve), G made friends with just about everyone we walked by. She kept waving to people behind us and saying, "hi".
Okay, that's it for our 2nd day in San Diego. If you're not bored yet, there will be more to come!
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