My plans had to be brought forward by twenty four hours, and my usual angst before a flight was now intensified, if that is possible, as I had a day less to get myself organised. However, I rose to the challenge and by Wednesday morning, I was packed and my electronics were charging, ready for the journey. With dinner prepared, cooked and eaten, I settled down and tried to unwind. At 11pm, I realised that I had no idea how to get from the destination airport to the hotel, and opened my laptop to look at a map. It was then that I realised that the hotel that I had been scrutinising was not the hotel where we would be staying! I finally dropped off to sleep around 2am.
The car-hire representative offered me several extra options including additional insurance, an upgrade to a 'decent size car', and a few other non-enticing proposals, all of which I refused. A ford fiesta sounded like a pretty good deal to me, and despite being 'tiny'' in the opinion of the manager, was slightly larger than the car which I currently own and drive on a regular basis. I signed the papers, sealed the deal, and the car was not delivered, but instead we had to walk much further than the baggage handlers had to drive, before we could acquire our four wheel chariot! The dents and scratches were abundant, but the young man in charge of cleaning and detailing assured us that they were of no consequence, and if we made a note of them, we would not be held responsible. Samantha took her trusty phone out of her pocket and took photographs of the offending areas, and showed me how the clever little android added the dates and times of the photo, so that we could no be accused of mistreating the 'tiny' vehicle. Soon, after a couple of coughs and splutters from our battered fiesta, we were on our way towards San Diego and the Double Tree Hotel.
My handwritten map was very efficient, but unnecessary, as the voice activated telephone was plugged into the car's radio system, and an English accent gave us instructions for our route. We checked in, were offered, and given the complimentary cookies that have become synonymous with the hotel chain, and drove around to our 'apartment' building, where we found a very pleasant first floor room with a balcony. Samantha returned to the car to retrieve the luggage, and once a modicum of unpacking was achieved, we ventured back around the hotel complex to the lobby, and were told where the nicest nearest beach could be located. Our vacation had officially begun!
We found Del Mar beach without a problem. Parking was a little less easy, but we eventually followed a sign which indicated there would be a space available to leave the multi-dented and scratched little fiesta. A change machine provided us with the quarters needed to feed the hungry meters, and we walked three short blocks to the front! The choice of restaurants was not prolific, but fish and chips was on the menu of the establishment that looked as if it would be the best option. We were seated in the corner, which was perfect, as the wall next to which we sat, separated the restaurant from the beach. The food was delicious and rather too plentiful, but we enjoyed the view. Upon her return from a lengthy afternoon siesta, (or so we assumed, due to the length of time she was on the 'missing list',) our waitress presented us with the check and I left the amount for the meal, together with a tip that reflected my thoughts as to her level of service, which was rather inflated considering that she all she did was take our order and give us the bill! The meal was delivered by another member of staff.
Walking along the shore is always a delight, and we spent about an hour and a half surfing the waves as they crashed against the sand. Our surfing was more in the line of letting the last ripples of water touch our toes, rather than wading into the ocean, waist deep, and waiting for a decent wave to cruise us back to the beach. However, we were at the seaside and that was enough to put a big smile on our faces! After about three hours, we returned to our hire car, and drove back to the hotel. We parked and once again, walked the rather convoluted pathway to the lobby. Samantha attempted to purchase a soda from the gift shop, but the receptionist was rather reluctant to let her buy it, without charging it to our room, and asked for our number. We did not wish this service, and she suggested that we go to the machine, which was situated just outside of the lobby area, where she could find a soda for half the price. This we did. When we returned, we asked if there was anywhere in the hotel that had Wi-Fi service that we could access on our respective computers. The receptionist told us that this was available in our rooms. "What is your room number?", she asked again. I said that I did not wish to purchase the service, and would use the 'Business Center' facilities instead. The receptionist appeared to be a little less than satisfied with our option, and rolled her eyes. We checked emails, loaded up social media, (I wished to check all the pictures Samantha had added of me during the day!)and then walked out of the back of the lobby, and into the recreational area, where we sat with our feet in the whirlpool for about half an hour. The original intent of our trip had been to visit LEGOLAND, but we decided that perhaps Easter was not the best time to do so, and there was a lot more on offer within the area. I mused at asking whether the receptionist would be able to recommend a good winery for us to visit, and wondered what her reaction would be. Samantha responded immediately, "She will probably ask for our room number!" I did approach the desk once more, and was greeted with a less than congenial, "What do you want now?" Her colleague was a little shocked and she attempted to allow a smile to cross her pursed lips. Wineries, it would appear, were about an hour's drive from the hotel, and there was not much information they could give, other than direct us to the 'Business Center' to collect leaflets, which we already had in our possession. Once we returned to our room, I called the 'Whale Watching' tour operator and spoke to their very nice operator about booking a couple of tickets. It appeared that, due to the less than calm conditions, the tours over the last couple of days had been cancelled, but she recommended I call at 8am to see if they were going to recommence. This should have been a warning!
Dinner was discussed, but as we had a very early start, a late lunch, and were two hours behind Austin time, by 9:30pm, we drifted into a very sound slumber, and the next thing I knew, the sun was shining through the thin curtain which I had left un-draped, and it was a very healthy 6am! We rose, got ready for our day, and headed out towards the 'downtown' area for breakfast. The café that we had seen advertised on the small map that we had picked up from the airport, was very busy. Our little battered fiesta did not like mornings. However, after a few hops, skips and jumps, it roared (quite literally, turning heads as it went) along the highway! At 8am, we arrived at our destination and joined the small queue, but as we were a party of two, we were seated within a few minutes. We watched the queue grow, and were quite satisfied that this was the 'place to eat'. I attempted to call the tour people, but had to leave a message for a 'call back', as the recording said they were very busy. By the time we had eaten breakfast and returned to the car, the queue was about half a reasonable sized block long, and more people were heading in the direction of the café.
Two tickets were purchased, and we queued for the boat to take us out past the confines of the harbour into the Pacific Ocean to see if we could espy the wildlife of the sea. We had parked our battered fiesta (which did not like mid-mornings) in a car park. $10 did not seem excessive for a whole day, and it gave us peace of mind, should we wish to stay longer in San Diego proper! Most of the seats had been taken on the deck, and we sat on a bench in the shade, before Samantha cleverly surmised that we would be at the back of the boat, and thus I would have my back to the engine. This was not a very good idea, due to my tendency to suffer from motion sickness. I had secured my bands around my wrist, and was quite certain that they would be effective. We walked to the other end of the boat, and sat in the less occupied area at the bow. I received my 'call back' from the company, which was now unnecessary as I was already on the boat! I did thank them for the courtesy of keeping their promise. Sitting at the front, my helpful daughter pointed out that this was where they stored the life jackets, should the need arise. Various 'older' people, wearing official looking t-shirts and caps, were milling among the passengers. They were from an organisation that (although I failed to catch the name) were all about the preservation of the sea creatures, and were onboard to give a 'talk' about what we had (hopefully) witnessed on our return journey. The engines started, and we headed out towards the wide blue yonder, taking in the sights of Coronado Island and various naval ships and smaller crafts. I spotted a dolphin and a sea lion and was quite pleased that we had chosen this option over LEGOLAND. Pretty soon, we were bouncing over the waves towards the schools of whales that were making their way up towards the coasts of Russia, before heading back down the coast of California, at the end of the year. After about half an hour, Samantha saw several whales, several more dolphins, and an abundance of sea-lions. I saw the weave on the carpet on the floor of the inner cabin of the boat! As soon as I started to feel a little 'off colour', I had retreated back into the covered area and sat at a table. However, sitting was not an option, and I knew that unless I laid myself down, I would probably lose consciousness and fall down, possibly blocking the doorway to the stairwell.
Samantha came inside to check on me at various intervals, and at one time offered to get me one of those little bags that can be found in the pocket on the seat of an aeroplane. I did not answer. I was too busy wondering how I was going to survive another three hours on the craft, and doubted that one sick passenger would be enough to 'about turn' and head back to shore. I am not sure as to whether I fell asleep or merely 'passed out', as I do remember 'coming round'. Whispers could be heard, and although I could not yet lift my head, I felt slightly better. I knew we were heading back to shore by the smoother ride, but had forgotten about the 'talk'. "Don't move her We can set up around her", the very nice 'older' person told Samantha, who then very sarcastically added, "It is not often that you have a real live beached whale to show!" (She is her mother's daughter!) I lay with my back to a wall, trying not to draw too much attention to myself, but obviously a grown middle aged woman, curled up in the foetal position, on the floor, is a sight to be giggled at, especially if you are a pre-teen! There were very many pre-teens on board, and all attended the talk! A very nice lady then offered me a 'Dramamine' tablet, which I took. I do hope I was not offensive as I did not mean to be, when I said "I could have done with this three hours ago!" but she did not seem to take offence. Samantha was slightly concerned about me taking drugs from a stranger, but I assured her that nothing could make me feel worse than I did, and I was almost one hundred percent sure that this woman, who was travelling with her husband and three young children, (giggling pre-teens) was not a pusher, and would not track me down once I was hooked. I am still not one hundred percent sure that this was not the case, but whatever she gave me, whether Dramamine or some other concoction, it did the trick! During my 'confinement', my temperature had spiked, and I had poured half a bottle of water over my torso to reduce it, and as I was now feeling much better, I was aware that the temperature in the room was rather cool, and I was soaking wet, and shivering. I retrieved my cardigan which I had used for a pillow, and used it as a blanket, until I was able to leave the floating vessel that had caused me so much misery!
It was just as well that the motion sickness had departed, as the bridge in itself brought forth another one of my antisocial phenomena, and despite the fact that I was in the driving seat, the fear of heights became rather obvious as the bridge sloped its way around the bay and onto the beautiful island. We followed the instructions being emitted through the speakers, from the phone, and found the beach front. Meters were available in various areas, but no empty spaces could be found. Eventually we parked outside a house, and were told that this was perfectly acceptable, and there was no charge. The extra quarters that we had purchased from the slot machine the previous day could be kept for another time. Once again, we walked for a couple of hours, and enjoyed the view. Oh I do like to be beside the seaside! We climbed rocks (small rocks, very small rocks) and spotted crabs and mussels and various other salt water creatures, before deciding to return to the hotel. There had been a small commotion by the beach, and the police were talking to a young woman with a dog. The parking bays had been suspended, and we walked across the road to where we were parked. As we unlocked the door, a large van pulled into the driveway of the house outside which we were parked. With the engine still running, a rather frantic lady alighted and ran towards us. Apparently the police had stopped her from parking at the 'pick up point', where she had agreed to meet her family, and she did not know what to do. I am not sure whether my face expressed a look that said, 'and you expect me to do what?', but that is what I was thinking. I was unsure as to why she was relaying this information to me, but she eventually continued by asking if we could watch her van while she ran across the street to reclaim her mother and child. As she hobbled along the pavement, I began to giggle. I looked for the cameras. I was quite sure that the owner of the house was about to appear, scream at me to move the truck, as it was blocking their garage, and I was going to have to make a decision as to whether I should move the vehicle or suggest that they do the honours. As I said to Samantha, "Do you think we will be on television", I thought of all those people who are secretly filmed and the things they say which are caught on the microphone. I realised that I was acting in the same way that they act, and started to laugh. However, thankfully, we will not be stars of "You've been framed" or the American equivalent, as mother, grandma and child appeared in about five minutes, with mum thanking me profusely, grandma looking rather unimpressed, and a young boy, carrying a surfboard, with a look of complete apathy! We jumped in the car and headed north!
The trip back to the hotel was not too long, and once again we visited the 'Business Center' before heading up to the room to get ready for our big night out! We were going to a Casino for dinner, but had to visit Target on the way, so that Samantha could purchase a t-shirt and a hat. Our plans for the following day would involve a lot of time in the sun, and the boat trip had left her somewhat 'wind' burnt. We followed the route given by the phone and took the battered fiesta to the store. Not only did our little vehicle not like mornings, it did not like evenings very much either. Also it did not appear to like hills. At least not very high hills, along very winding roads, which led up into the mountains, that were not very well lit. It was probably a blessing that I could not see where I was driving, as the sheer drop (yes I did look at a map when I returned) was not helpful to the phobia! Eventually, we reached the peak of the tor, parked the traumatized vehicle, entered the hotel, and walked past the gaming tables, and 'armless bandits', to the restaurant, and enjoyed a sumptuous meal. After we had stuffed ourselves to bursting, we left without spending a cent, and drove downhill all the way back to our temporary home, discussing the plans for the next day. Despite not being fond of a downhill journey, I surmised that this car was probably most apt, as it seemed to have more aversions than its driver!
We walked down to the sea shore, barefoot, with our life jackets and helmets secured firmly. Before our instructor gave his 'speech', I listened to those given by the other two companies. When our instructor started to talk, I was delighted that we had not been able to be booked in by the other establishments. Our instructor appeared to be more proficient and more professional. Samantha and I were about fourth to leave the beach, and paddled rather efficiently to the others who were waiting for the rest of the group. Surprisingly enough, my phobias did not kick in. I was not concerned that we were out of our depth in the Pacific Ocean, nor was I concerned that we were about a foot away from sealions, sunning themselves on the rocks, the same rocks that had destroyed ships in violent storms. I was not concerned about the smell, (apparently they are known as the smelliest zip code in the USA,) nor did I fear going into the small cave that led to a cove inhabited by more sea lions. I feared not the talk of earthquakes, the fact that we were on a 'seismic shelf', nor that the cliffs which we were facing were subject to landslides. I enjoyed the kayaking! Samantha, who had my phone in a waterproof sleeve, was clicking away at every opportunity and was shouting at me to "paddle, if you want me to take pictures!" We paddled for an hour and a half, and both were probably most shocked at my lack of apprehension when we skimmed over the resident leopard sharks, whom apparently are quite tolerant of humans! I wondered how long the bravery would last! All good things must come to an end, and we had to paddle back to shore. We were all lined up and told how best to negotiate the waves without capsizing. "Well done, Tracie", came a recently familiar voice. Following the instructors explicit instructions, ours was the only boat not to capsize! Samantha was rather pleased at our achievement. I wondered how the familiar voiced gentleman remembered my name out of the whole group! Could it be the previous bout of paranoia and all the questions prior to the trip? Surely not!
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