It felt like Fall.
We explored Lake Murray with Daisy yesterday. A slight breeze rippled across the water. Hawks cruised over us.
My entry for this week’s Photo Sunday: Fall.
An entrance framed in North Park.
Another entrance illuminated in University Heights.
I love these neighborhood signs in San Diego.
Finally, an epic entrance dwarfing Comic-Con fans at PetCo Park. (File this under doing Comic-Con without a badge)
My entry for this week’s Photo Sunday: Entrance.
Blooming beauties on display at the San Diego County Fair.
Roses are red.
Pony profile walking by our table on Playas de Rosarito.
Equestrian adventures cater to tourists, young and old, in Baja California.
Entrepreneurs aggressively stalked new visitors, hawking hoodies, jewelry and fresh coconut juice.
At our beach club: Two-for-one cocktails, ceviche and tacos. A Salsa-version of 50 Cent’s ‘In Da Club’ (It’s Your Birthday) blasted away on the speakers.
My entry for this week’s Photo Sunday: Profile.
Good Morning Nature!
Sunrise at Key’s View inside Joshua Tree National Park.
My entry for this week’s Photo Sunday theme: Nature.
Just a bug?
Adorable ladybug visiting Ocean Beach in the Spring.
This is my entry for this week’s Photo Sunday: Bug.
A private paradise in Lake Tahoe.
Enjoying blue skies.
Sipping St. Suprey Sauvignon Blanc.
Hanging out at the private beach at the Lakeland Village Resort.
My entry for this week’s Photo Sunday theme: Beach.
Playing around at the first adult night at the Exploratorium.
We tinkered with experiments, tested theories and sipped sparkling wine at the museum’s new home on the Embarcadero.
This my entry for the Photo Sunday challenge: Motion.
Paid admission to the Museu Tauri in Barcelona allows you to explore this former bullfighting arena. We climbed up these “Vertigo” stairs to wander around the upper deck seating area.
I blogged about the museum on my Eurotrip site.
This is my entry for this week’s Photo Sunday Challenge: Stairs.
My ENG Operator: “How was Barcelona?”
Me: “Too short.”
The transition to life back in the States feels surreal. The sights, flavors and people of Spain have turned into a dream.
I miss my morning ritual of café con leche on the balcony of our L’Eixample apartment, overlooking students chasing balls and residents drying laundry. I’ve returned to my American morning habit of strong Starbucks coffee (with fresh ground beans) and last night’s 11 PM aircheck. Then driving to work before sunrise.
I have my vacation photos. I nearly filled up my iPhone 4 with all the files. Totally worth it.
Now, I can look back at the best meal of my life.
This is part of Lasarte’s tasting menu.
And – This is the first part of my entry for the Photo Sunday challenge: Delicate.