Familiarity breeds content
17 October 2010
Judy
San Diego is scarily getting to be too much like home. We are on first name bases with our dock buddies including their dogs, We know which restaurant has the cheapest Happy Hour Margaritas and two dollar tacos. We know the location of the DMV (straight uphill for miles according to Torben). We have found every possible store in bike riding distance and our distances are getting greater by the cube! It's a funny thing. Even the people are looking familiar. Check out this picture. Oddly enough, this couple resembles Kay and Nick Barnhill and their son James from RYC. We were so taken by this close resemblance that we invited them aboard Tivoli for a second breakfast this morning and chatted it up as if we've known them for years!
Need less to say, Torben and I are getting antsy to push south. I've had a lot of Ricky time which is exactly why we've stayed so long. Last Sunday, he invited us to his house for a BBQ and of course we brought the meat, salad, beer, wine and boat made apple pie. Come to think of it we cooked on our old BBQ! It was special actually, being there on Sunday evening, sneaking a peek of what his life is like, instead of doing the Sunday night check in by phone. His place was nicely furnished with leather couches and patio furniture. It's no wonder why San Diego is feeling like home, all my stuff is here!
We have been very well taken care of here and even though the weather isn't quite like we would expect for southern California it hasn't deterred us from getting the most out of the toys. We tend to gravitate to the bikes the most. Just the other day we rode up Laurel Street to get our fishing license. Up is the operative word. By the time we got to the Mexican Department of Fish, we had a pretty darn good sweat going. Trust me, the Mexican official did not jump up from behind his desk to greet us! Torben filled out the necessary form and as he did so, drops of sweat were dripping onto the form from the tip of his nose! I couldn't stop staring at him! When he was finished, he pushed the form to the Official who reluctantly took it by the corner, pinched between his thumb and index finger and reluctantly inserted the form into his manual typewriter! Twenty minutes later we out of there, off to down town to the AT&T store.
Okay, I better go. I don't want Torben to accuse me of being long winded! Even though it could be true, the hotdogs we ate for lunch has given me the farts.