San Diego, California

“San Diego-I don’t think anyone knows what it means, anymore.”
Name that movie quote and you’ll get a star.
While Hubby and I were out on tour, we stopped off in San Diego for a day off. Our hotel balcony overlooked the bay, and although it was rainy, I was undeterred from going outdoors. Hubby, however, had other ideas.

This poor mustached boy works very hard and just needed a little nappy time. So, I tiptoed from the room with my camera in hand and decided to stroll in the rain along the waterfront.

It was eerily quiet. All the boats were docked, the restaurants closed and the usual tourist congestion was non-existent. I did pass the occasional weirdo with a camera in hand and walking in the rain, snapping photos.
I guess it takes all kinds.

This vibrant ship caught my eye. I don’t get to see many of these in landlocked Oklahoma.

Why ‘Star of India’ and not ‘Sun of India’? Logically speaking, the sun is bigger and hotter and therefore demands more respect. I think they should reconsider.

Exquisite art sculptures dotted the pathway along the bay.
This little guy was my favorite.

He’s pretty cute, too. He reminds me of a certain sleepy mustached man back at the hotel. Weird.

And, well…yikes. It really started raining at this point (I think Mrs. Red had something to do with it), so I headed back to the hotel.

I had packed up my camera and almost made it back to my hotel lobby, when I ran into this beauty. I just couldn’t pass it up.
Next stop, jumping on the bed to wake up the sleeping bear.