That night, I was able to meet my ship daughter Molly, our friend Craig, and my former work study students Mikey and Maryum for dinner at Knotty Barrel for a brief catch-up. The best thing about being involved in Semester at Sea has definitely been the number of friends I now have scattered around the country and the globe. I feel like all I’ve done since getting off the ship in December is visit many of them!
There wasn’t a whole lot that needed to be done yesterday, as ISE was hosting open ships for prospective and future students, so after getting my office all set up, I took off for a wander around San Diego with my camera.
I’ve been to San Diego a handful of times, but the last visit was for Holly’s wedding in 2009. It was surprisingly brisk this time around, with temps hovering around 64—a huge change from the 92 degrees I left behind in Nashville the previous day. So no one was more surprised than me when I returned to the ship a few hours later having reached lobster status. After weeks of insomnia, I fell asleep on a bench while reading the second installment of Divergent and woke up an hour and a half later—I’m pretty sure this admission classifies me as a full-fledged “vagabond”—and forgot to apply sunscreen before I left. Stupid girl!
I find San Diego rather funny in its obvious identity crisis: It’s got beautiful beaches, it’s a huge Naval base, it has all the makings of an urban hub in a tropical environment.
And yet, it still insists of being artsy, as evidenced by all the random installations scattered among town.
I mean, a sea dragon—really?
Even the buildings and shadows insist on symmetry.
There’s no denying, though, that San Diego is a magnificent city and one that grows on me more and more every time I’m in town.
And while I have zero regrets about moving away from California—the South just suits me better, plain and simple—it sure is nice to come back for a visit every once and awhile.