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The lone nut spent the better part of a half hour dancing by his lonesome. Poor guy. He was not a lunatic, and I was out to prove it. I joined him mid- song; stomping my feet, clapping my hands and swaying my body back and forth. Pretty soon, dancing became the “thang” and the whole crowd got involved. Now it was a show! J
The psychedelic hypnotist show represented the last stop of the night. To be honest, I stopped not because of ...
... at a border crossing. We did, and they wanted me to open up the back. When they saw how packed it was, they just asked about alcohol of which we had none because I gave all the beer to Cory to bring across.( She got the green light and barely slowed down through the border.) We made it through customs, but had to park and clear immigration. We presented all the right paperwork, filled out the visa card and paid our fee at the ...
... for Davanti Enoteca for a nice Montipulciano red (two actually) and some polenta with pig cheek. Sublime. Oh, my Native American Oklahoma friends who have turned me on to pig cheek, (Brandy, are you still out there?) what have you done?
Exhausted after walking more miles I am sleepy early (before ten) and (now it is morning) up early (six o'clock) as well. Out for a long walk before breakfast, I see a fine sunrise, ...
... sizes are always huge.
So it was our final late night swim and hot tub. We went to the 6th floor roof top pool and, armed with red wine hidden in take out coffee cups, enjoyed our final evening.
I am truly sad to go. We all say that on holidays but, normally I'm ready to go home. I could carry on, but all good things come to an end. Tomorrow will be a traveling day on planes so we have to be up early.
I have really loved San Diego. I would come back ...
... doesn't. It just beeps immediately after and the woman says : "m'am, you have been randomly selected for a drug check". You should have seen my face when she said that (see picture). I was close to become that Al Qaeda terrorist when they finished. But they finished.
Of course, by the time I reached that Starbucks, I heard : "last call for Minneapolis"... Bye bye coffee !
Well, that's the start of a beautiful trip, wouldn't you say ? :)