San Diego, California...where I currently sit writing this little blog post.
I grew up here. Well, at least in a way I did.
Escondido (the Spanish word for 'hidden'), is a small suburb of San Diego where I spent the majority of my early childhood.
I remember the weather being a constant, mild 70-something degrees most the time. The people here were always sun-soaked, happy and carefree and they lived that way.
That much hasn't changed since I left here 20 years ago.
Now that I'm back on this business trip, I notice that the little city I remember as a kid has grown into a sprawling metropolis with all the sophistication and allure of Chicago and the young, hip, cultural magnetism of Seattle.
It really is a magical place.
The Gaslamp district is a cute little spread of restaurants and shops. I just polished off a meal at one of the Italian places there and now that I'm on my way home, I'm a bit sad.
I'll always have a piece of my heart here. It's not going anywhere and I'm happy to reunite with it whenever I find my travels taking me here.
I love you, San Diego. :)
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