San Diego City Beats

Whether riding around town in my car or on my bike, these beats keep me moving and are on random repeat on my ipod. Of course, they are on play as well while sipping a beverage of choice in my backyard on these warm May evenings.

-Oh, and let's not forget while relaxing on the beach and cooking in the kitchen. Summer stays in San Diego all year round.

Sunday snapshots

-enjoyed iced coffee mid morning

-rode my bike to the market and then to the beach

-hung out at Katy's beach cafe for more coffee.....

-and a peach blender smoothie.....

-and my favorite artichoke hearts melt (What the hell? It's the weekend!)
-soaked up some sun rays and jotted thoughts down in my journal

Today I heard the sound of silence like I haven't heard in a long while. It was the silence that accompanies contentedness. I breathed it in as I rode to and from the beach, knowing that I was purposely missing a party that our sweet neighbor had invited me and Scott to. I wanted some time alone as usual. I'm weird like that: I'm sociable, but quite happy on my own. These are moments that I cherish because I've given up my privacy and individuality doing what I do.

Summer is practically here in San Diego. Now more than ever, I can ride my bike to the beach, enjoy meals by the shore, host backyard parties, shop farmers markets later in the evenings, listen to concerts in the park, and just snooze and daydream by the sea.

Sipping cherry lemonade in the shade

Yesterday was spent strolling the swap meet with the husband, Kristen, and Colin. It was a warm, breezy, bright day, perfect for sipping cherry lemonade in the shade of a greasy donut truck. I was quietly celebrating the conclusion of my class, but ruminating over the beginning of another one in a few weeks. For a little while I felt myself unwind and roamed from booth to booth, hand-in-hand with the husband, snapping photos and admiring all the inexpensive trinkets, clothing, used goods, and fresh fruits, veggies, and flowers. I even found  a couple of vintage tees sifting through the bottom of a five dollar t-shirt table along with one-dollar-a-bottle scented nail polish in a nearby aisle. The excursion was followed by a trip to Roseville Cozinha where we sat outside and enjoyed drinks, -craft beer for the husband- grass-fed burgers, shoe string fries, and clams in the most divine sauce I've ever tasted since my last ship's port visit to Neum. It was more than fitting that the view of the American flag fluttered in the wind against a blue sky, a reminder of the sacrifices that so many have made to make moments like these possible.