If
arriving at your dinner destination via water transportation is
appealing, and since San Diego is way closer than Italy, try a gondola
in the canals of the Coronado Cays – complete with champagne,
appetizers and singing gondoliers. Don’t giggle, they’re really
talented – a tenor good enough to produce girly-tears.
There was so much more that I don’t have space for, but this article
will not conclude without me talking about the breakfast buffet at
Lael’s Steakhouse in the Manchester Grand Hyatt. This was the final
button-buster, but what a way to go – fresh baked muffins, homemade
yogurt and baskets of other stuff I just didn’t have the capacity for.
And San Diego is so close that if I never wanted to fit into my pants again, I could go back every Sunday.
Whale
watching (we saw four of them), shopping, eating, deep-sea fishing
(with surprisingly plush accommodations), museums, Balboa Park, eating,
eating, Cabrillo National Monument – and the food is good, too.