The first days back from vacation are the worst. I can barely bring myself to blog about it because I’m trying to pretend that it isn’t over… that and, I only have half my photos because I left my camera charger in Alaska and have no way of getting the rest at the moment. Don’t fret: it’s being mailed. Hopefully soon.
We started our trip by visiting Clayton’s sister in El Centro, California to celebrate her graduation. Upon arriving to San Diego, we met up with Clayton’s brother, Austin, and did as the Californians do: we brunched, (that’s now a verb, correct?) stopped at a local market with kombucha on tap, and bought flowers from a street cart with fresh cut blooms.
El Centro is about 10 miles north of the Mexico border – seriously, we passed through a border patrol check-point on our way back to San Diego and one of the graduation speakers (Coachella Valley assemblyman) gave his speech in English and then repeated the entire 15-minutes in Spanish, which drew a larger applause from the audience.
Another clue that we were within walking distance of TJ (the local nickname for Tijuana, or perhaps everyone knows that but me?) was the weather. Turns out it gets hot there, like 106 degrees hot. Luckily we were able to spend some quality time by the pool with Austin, Summer and her son, Jacob — baby genius and Tony Soprano doppelganger.