May We Be Excused

Sometimes, and it doesn’t matter how old you are, you feel like a kid at the adults’ table. At least, that’s what it felt like to me when Kisa and I finally escaped to explore San Diego by ourselves. We were leaving that afternoon to visit La Jolla, Ontario & Upland but wanted to get in a little time in SD before we said goodbye. As the song goes, who knows when we would pass this way again?

My aunt and uncle had raved about the harbor tour they had taken the day before (“best thing we ever did” they vowed) and suddenly it was all I wanted to do, too. I had boat envy. I wanted to be on the water in the worst way. So, we picked a tour and went. We opted for the deluxe version – two hours, both sides of the harbor. It turned out to be a sparkling fantabulous day – like the day before and the day before and the day before. Thanks to Tom, we reached the marina in plenty of time to park, buy tickets, use the restrooms and find front row seats in the bow. It felt like running away.

For two hours we toured San Diego’s harbor, north and south. At times I could barely hear the guide over the wind in my hair and fellow passengers around me. I didn’t mind missing out on the spiel. To me, it started to drone anyway. Instead I enjoyed the military ships, the brown pelicans, hefty sea lions, fellow boaters speeding by, splashing green water, white foam spray and dazzling sunshine.

3 Comments on “May We Be Excused”

  1. timeforme says:

    I remember doing that maaaannnnnyyyy years ago with the kids. Same thing, couldn’t hear the guide but I enjoyed the sights and sounds of the harbor. Glad you got to do that 🙂

  2. gr4c5 says:

    My favorite part was spotting the HUGE statue of the soldier kissing the nurse! Very romantic…and speaking of romantic, how was your anniversary? I sent something…a little late! 😦

  3. timeforme says:

    Awww thank you ♥ I have to load the pics and then I will blog. We had a great day at the beach and have just had a kick back lazy week together. Very quiet, very nice. Thank you for remembering…

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