Q: Does a California vacation ever fail to satisfy?
A: No. Hell, no.
{Please don't wash my mouth out with soap, mom}
A vacation to San Diego with one of my best girls yet again proved that I love that sunny state.
Loved pampering ourselves with my first ever "spa day." Massages, mani's, pedi's, uber relaxation!
Seized every opportunity to run alongside beaches, harbors, and bays. And felt stinging pains of nostalgia as I watched herds of soccer teams fill Mission's grassy parks. I wanted to jump in and play with them. The lone white girl who can actually play. But then I remembered I am grateful my body still has the capability to run. Have I ever told you that knee joints need serious re-engineering by the big man upstairs? Yeah, I thought so. Ten times over.
Late nights and late mornings.
Glorious sunshine and tanning my 9am-5pm indoor white skin.
Finding the best place to usher in our SoCal vaycay... the Sandbar. San Diego style.
And best of all, getting $$paid$$ all the while!!!
Usually the jet lag post vacation due to reality checks and piles of work completely negates the benefits of time off.... But not this time.
This week has been a RIDE! Everything that I love about the wonderful world of futbol.... all came together in my kitchen one late Tuesday night. In one big human train. And though I do not expect anyone to understand the aforementioned memento... I wrote it for me. For future memory reminders. And there it shall remain.
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San Diego will never be the same. We did a fine job at using our PTO to it's FULL extent.
As for the world of futbol, It's only the beginning. But I do have to admit those boys sure can dance, sing and play a mean soccer game. not even Kodak could capture all those crazy memories.
Love ya :)
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