Hard to believe that I haven’t flown anywhere in two months. I’m surprised my hands aren’t shaking.
Destination: San Diego WorldMark Balboa Park.
Haven’t stayed at the location in quite a while. An inexpensive Uber ride in from the airport, oddly with a driver I think I’ve had before. Cuban. Unlike WorldMark’s Inn At The Park, a bit further north, this closer to downtown location is just in a bit of what some might consider a “sketchy” neighborhood at night.
And at night:
And maybe it isn’t as “sketchy” since I saw this exotic sports car owner putting windshield washer fluid in at the gas station kitty corner from the resort…
Went out for food a couple of times. Brunch at the 12th and Broadway Restaurant. The menu was as uninspired at the name, but it was a $5.99 (cash only, +tax and tip):
Grabbed dinner from a couple of other places to bring back to the room, since neither served cocktails…one night it was Albert’s Fresh Mexican for the Chicken Mole Enchiladas (which were lukewarm after a two-block walk, so they didn’t start out super hot):
The next even was a little better grabbing something from the Dog Haus…their traditional brat with sauerkraut and brown mustard…
If you look closely (and I didn’t notice when I was in their – the sign says, “We Love Wieners”, and so do I. And that is a bunch of soldiers behind the beer taps (great place if you like beer). And they serve their dogs on Kings Hawaiian buns.
And I did a little window shopping at the Salvation Army – where I’ve scored really amazing stuff in the past.
Went back later in the visit to pick up the gown…$14.99, nice brocade work.
I’ll close this post with the most amusing sign that I saw at the resort, on the stairs to the rooftop deck. Please note the last prohibited item:
Just a quick trip south to keep my hands from shaking.
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