I’ve been living in San Diego for a year and half now, but I haven’t really explored much of San Diego as a local. I mean, my last San Diego-related post was from Christmas last year. Yikes. In an attempt to rectify this, Roan and I got ourselves annual memberships at the San Diego Zoo. We thought we got a really good deal with our membership since it includes unlimited entry to the Safari Park in Escondido, too.
Roan had a mini-break from work in November, so we had plenty of time to do what we enjoy most: travelling. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but we haven’t been to a lot of places around here in San Diego enough. We are always in search for places we could easily drive to and fro without having to stay overnight.
I’d be lying if I tell you I’m having the best Christmas of my life. It’s my first Christmas away from home, and I find it difficult to process how to be cheerful towards my most favorite holiday of the year. Roan and I have been married for two years, but we’re only starting our own traditions now since I just moved here in the US this year.
Besides hiking Mount Woodson (a.k.a Potato Chip Rock) during the summer, the last time Roan and I have been in the mountains was when we an aerial tramway to Mount Jacinto, which is 8,000+ ft above sea-level. Since the weather in San Diego had been cooler these days, we thought of exploring Palomar Mountain. Following our trip to the Palomar Observatory, Roan and I drove about 10 miles worth of hairpin turns to Palomar Mountain State Park.
When I was about 10 years old, I had a strange obsession with constellations that I wanted to be an astronomer. Back then, I especially looked forward to going to science and space museums on school field trips. The more interactive they are, the more exciting they seem to me. For this reason, I received a telescope (similar) from my parents for Christmas. With the help of Dad, I loved setting it up on our roof deck back home, especially when the sky’s clear and the moon’s bright. You never what you’re missing until you observe celestial objects in the sky through a telescope.
I was born and raised Catholic. This post isn’t entirely about the depths of my faith, but as a practicing Catholic, I have inherited a tradition that’s been passed on from one generation to another. Over the years, going to mass on my actual birthday has always been a top priority in my to-do’s list. For my birthday this year, Roan took me to one of the oldest churches, if not in the world, here in San Diego.
Sometimes, when Roan and I have no major travel plans for the weekend, we’d think of nearby places we could go to. Some days, hanging out at the mall seems plausible, but it also makes us vulnerable to unnecessary spending. Going on a food-trip, sometimes, just won’t cut it either. On the days we want to breathe some fresh air, we’d drive down Coronado Island to do just that.
One time, I told Roan this, “If there’s one place I’d love to go to for a quick weekend getaway, it’s going to be in Coronado Island!” That holds true to this day even if I’ve been there more than any of my in-laws have, combined. Los Angeles may be only two hours away from San Diego, but it may take longer to get there due to the typical bumper-to-bumper traffic in the area. Coronado Island, however, is literally just a stone’s throw away from San Diego. It is only half an hour away from where we live, and the weather remains to be the same compared to inland areas.