Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Top 10 Lessons Learned on Our Road Trip to San Diego


 

Last weekend, we drove south with Max to see Les Misérables at the San Diego Civic Center . It was his Christmas present/this is all you get Senior trip. It was a grand time! Here are The Top Ten Lessons Learned on Our Road Trip to San Diego:



Lesson One: Bring duct tape along. You never know when your car will start falling apart at 80 miles an hour.



Lesson Two: Pack a skirt made of neoprene. (wet suit material) It won't wrinkle, it holds in your belly before and after road trip eating and you can be at peace if you get thrown in the ocean at La Jolla Cove. (skirt larger than appears in photo)



Lesson Three: Blame the person next to you. When playing a game of Jenga and you knock down all of the blocks and the sound reverberates for miles around, have your husband or son close by.



Lesson Four: Eat every possible meal at Snooze AM Eatery. There are locations in Colorado, California, Arizona and Texas!



Lesson Five: Hula Hoop BEFORE your 1,500 calorie breakfast.



Lesson Six: Bring an intriguing novel, so you are oblivious to the LA traffic your husband is attempting to navigate.



Lesson Seven: It is possible to eat your way through So Cal.



 Lesson Eight: Do not buy Gelato two doors down from a cigar shop.



Lesson Nine: Those $80 Les Miz tickets really cost $1,000 after California Hotel tax!



Lesson Ten: There are glimpses of Heaven on earth. I ran into my first mission companion in the San Diego, CA temple. She was standing at the foot of the stairs, with her striking black hair spilling onto her white dress--an angel. It has been 25 years since our first meeting in Auckland, New Zealand. President Lloyd (our mission president at the time) told Sister Hamon to teach me Maori. I didn't learn much Maori, but I did learn about service, devotion and love.



Thank you, Max! Thank you for being born, melting our hearts with your laugh and smile, being the kind of man I would want your sisters to marry, enduring the not so smooth ride in the Geo Prizm, continuing your education both formal and informal and for allowing your cheesy mother to write about it!