"Why?" David asked. He saw no purpose in my spending a weekend in San Diego with my women pals. Tracey Cannon, a neighbor and long-time friend, invited seven of us to join her in her LaJolla condo for the weekend of October 8, 2016. On Saturday morning, we stopped by a chalk-drawing competition which was part of San Diego's annual Italian Festival. The street art included everything from copies of DaVinci's Mona Lisa and Michelangelo's David to a portrait of Rocky Balboa!
We separated into two cars for the weekend. I hung out with good friends Julie Monson, Marilyn McSweeney, and Robyn Petty.
One chalk drawing portrayed the skyscrapers of New York. Passers-by took turns pretending they were Superman and posing above the buildings, as if they were flying. This was too good for Julie to pass up!
The street fair included shops of all sorts, from fruit stands to hat and jewelry shops. We bought panini and gelato to share.
It had been many years since I visited the gorgeous San Diego Temple. Wilma Livsey and I slipped off to attend a session.
Wilma and I discovered we were cousins when, during a ward genealogy class, I announced that I was going to Ireland to find out more about my great-great-grandfather. "Who is he?" Wilma asked. "I have a great-great-grandfather from Ireland, as well." It was the same man--James Hamilton.
The group of us ate dinner together at a Mexican restaurant in Old Town. From left to right, Tracey Cannon, Robyn Petty, Wilma Livsey, Annette Dunford, Diane Yancey, Julie Monson, and Marilyn McSweeney.
Tracey had a beautiful condo, through this gate covered with bouganvillea.
On Monday afternoon, before flying home, we visited the Del Coronado Hotel, which has adorned San Diego's beach since the 1880s. We wandered from floor to floor, appreciating the ornate wood ceilings and crystal chandeliers.
We lingered on the beach to watch the sunset.