My happy day started with a morning walk down the railroad tracks, then some second hand shop explorations, a quick trip to Sprouts to pick up picnic food, followed by a palm tree-lined drive to Seaport Village.
It had been 26 years since I've been in the San Diego area (now I'm making myself feel old) but when I spotted Seaport Village on the tourist map I remembered another day long ago when I had spent a delightful Sunday afternoon enjoying the sun and sea of this cute little park surprising tucked in right near downtown San Diego.
Jay and I picnicked on crackers, cheese, and turkey pot roast while watching the boats sail under the Coronado bridge, then set off to quickly explore the little shopping village before the parking meter ran out signaling our departure for home.
I has happy from the top of my sun-bleached hair to the bottom of my grass enveloped toes.
Seaport Village has a little something for everyone and this day even included an "artist" who was balancing stones and collecting tips from the admiring passerby.
The quaint shops in the village include a kite shop (where Jay headed first), a wind chime stop (where the shop keeper had to keep shooing out the pigeons who wandered in the door and then panicked and made a ruckus trying to escape), a gourmet cupcake shop (sorry Julie, I didn't get a pic), a sock store that Besty would have loved with socks for every interest....
and a wonderful hammock store where I once again got to try out the amazingly comfortable Air Chair that I someday hope to own (that's an imaginary book in my hands)...
and plenty of opportunities for Kodak moments.
Front to back...this was my happy day.
2 comments:
I have a niece who, I think, would have a happy day sitting on that cow.
I wanna go too
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