San Diego
Monday, June 4th, 2012
After my encounter with the pacific I collected my
belongings along with myself and proceeded to my uncles’ house. He, his partner
and I drove up from San Diego to L.A
and went to the county museum of art for the day. The collection there
varied greatly and I attempted to absorb the culture like a sponge. After this
outing we made our way up the hills to an observatory which sat perched atop
the steep ridges overlooking the city. The location provided quite a glance at a
place that I have attained such an expectation for through the media’s
influence over me.
Today we all took an urban trek through the lush and
uninhabited canyons of San Diego until we reached a true Italian restaurant for
lunch. I was delighted to be served a salad that wasn’t butts of romaine
lettuce and shreds of dried out carrots or purple cabbage. Maybe I’ve become a
snob, but dining where the management truly cares about their products is
incredibly refreshing to me at this point. I left San Diego in the late
afternoon with a new found appreciation for the relatives that I still feel a
true kinship to.
Before today, I have never seen more of the Californian
coast than small portions of San Francisco and San Diego. Malibu was everything
and more than I’d hoped for from imagining the coast. It reminded me of my
excursion to the Italian city of Salerno, just south of Naples. The place was
gritty and desperate for survival on close inspection, but breathtakingly
beautiful from afar. I ate fried clam strips and onion rings at Neptune’s Net.
This place reminded me of P.J’s, a walk-up order joint on the coastal area of
outer Cape Cod, with indoor/outdoor seating. Endless summer indeed.
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