Once again I apologize for the delay in updates, but I’m sure the excitement of my third day here in San Diego will make-up for any lost time! Thankfully, the overall pace and schedule for Saturday allowed us to sleep in a bit longer than usual, and since the group as a whole was feeling rather full from our meal night before, we decided in unanimous fashion that breakfast did not sound particularly appealing. Instead, we opted for a quick cup of coffee next door to Surf Diva, the locally owned and operated surfing school where we were to signed up to take a group lesson on the art of stand-up paddle boarding.
Surf Diva’s overall energy is very welcoming to beginners of all levels, and the owners, Coco and Izzy, were incredibly friendly with a business motto that primarily consists of ensuring their visitors have the most fun possible. (Little known fact: both Coco and Izzy, as well as most of their staff, speak French, so obviously, I was over eager to hear them speak)! Now, I’ve never been the biggest water activity fan, and to be honest, it’s probably because I never had much exposure to any water sport growing up. My family doesn’t usually opt for vacations at the lake or the beach, so the die-hard surf culture of California has always intrigued me a bit. After squeezing myself into a wetsuit (which, by the way, are nearly impossible to put on!), the group and I headed out to the beach, a mere two second walk. The waves were looking a bit larger and rougher than I remembered seeing the past few days, and my previously fearless attitude began to unfold as the reality of the activity settled in. Izzy kindly walked the group through the overall process, and for some unexplainable reason, I volunteered to go first. Forging past the crashing waves was pretty demanding, and a few times I was certain I was going to get pushed back to shore; however, Izzy continued to encourage me, and I eventually made it out! Next came the difficult part: actually standing up on the board. Thanks to my many years of dance and ballet, I quickly realized it was all a balance act, so as long as I could maintain stability, standing up on the board was not hard at all! For something I possessed no prior knowledge about, stand-up paddle boarding was incredibly exhilarating, and if my arms could take the paddling, I would do it all day!
Two hours later, we rode the waves to shore and headed back to the hotel for a much-needed shower before lunch at the infamous George’s at the Cove. Located in downtown La Jolla, George’s is widely known as one of San Diego’s premiere restaurants, offering both fine dining as well as a casual breakfast or lunch, not to mention an unbeatable view of the beach.We sat on the upper level outdoor terrace, and I immediately fell in love with the contemporary atmosphere at George’s. The menu made my experience all the better–it is fantastic! Although it took me what seemed like forever to decide on a single item, I eventually decided on their famous smoked chicken & black bean soup, pairing it alongside a Grilled Mexican Shrimp salad. I’m not sure I can do the soup justice in words, so let’s just say it took me a mere two minutes to finish the entire bowl!
Feeling stuffed and satisfied, our group walked around a bit in the area until wafting smells of sugar cookies landed us front of a small local bakery, Girard Gourmet. Completely excusing the purchase of three cookies each after our exhausting water activity earlier, we sat outside in the perfect weather and conversed a bit before venturing back to rest up for the next adventure on the schedule.
(My view from the glide!)