Hola, amigos! We went to a family wedding a week or so ago in Southern California. Took a ton of photos because: so incredible. (Also, thank you airline/hotel/and rental car mileage programs! #freeisaverygoodprice)
What is it about palm trees that it is such a balm for northern souls? You see them as soon as you step foot outside of the airport and you’re instantly glad you’re not in Kansas anymore.
The wedding was held at the beautiful La Valencia Hotel in La Jolla. Oh. My. God. You now how I love old hotels and have a list in my head of all the ones I want to live…er… *cough, cough*… stay at? This one fit the bill. It’s old Hollywood glamour. Every freaking inch of it. Absolutely Stunning with a capital “S.” It’s not nicknamed “The Pink Lady” for nothing; I could hear it whispering its secret history in my ear as soon as I stepped foot on the premises. You have to be dead inside to not feel the lovely energy of this place. Good vibes.
For the days that we didn’t have wedding plans This Daughter researched “Free Things to do in La Jolla and San Diego.” It turns out there’s a lot you can do for nothing in California. Who knew?
We explored mostly what native Californians probably consider tourist traps but hey, they do it when they head up here to Portland, so there’s that. (Here’s a PDX Insider Tip: Blue Star Donuts and Joe’s Donuts are better than VooDoo Donuts, just sayin’.)
First up we took a spin over to Coronado Island. Wowza. And yet another historic hotel for me to drool over.
Then the big event happened. An elegant vision in pink, peach, cream, and white. A Mariache seranade, glasses raised, smiling guests. A radiant bride plus a dashing groom equals a storybook “Happily Ever After.”
A quick glimpse of the bride. (Above photo by R.Charles Foyt)
We also visited San Diego’s charming Old Town and Market. I love learning the history behind a place; it was sort of a cross between Henry Ford’s Greenfield Village and various state parks that features historic forts.
A brief scenic drive through University of Southern California-San Diego campus, Del Mar and the Del Mar race track (mecca for us equestrian types), and Solana Beach before we headed in downtown San Diego.
We accidentally caught some pre-Comic Con San Diego stuff (also free!) in the famous Gaslight District. Portland’s own Laika Studios was giving a pop-up tour and we cleaned up on their trivia game and took home lots of give-away prizes. It was probably not fair having the hometown advantage, but somebody has to win the swag, right? (Question: Mr. Bobinski’s favorite root vegetable is ____? Answer: What is “beets,” Alex. **takes a bow** Thank you! Thank you very much.) After that we headed out of town before we got our asses handed to us by the 150,000 real Comic Con fans descending onto San Diego.
A full scale couch from Laika's first film "Coraline" (celebrating it's ten year anniversary).
I love the chill vibe of California and it’s residents. With the cost of living aside, I don’t understand why they all want to move up here, because they’ve got it all going on down there.
And yes, we looked up a copycat recipe for Duke's Hula Pie before we even left the restaurant.