The area is quite nice, and there was a moment when I stood looking out over the sea and felt a pang of yearning for Italy. There was just something about the way the hills sloped down to the sea that reminded me of the Sorrento peninsula and Naples, and for a brief time I was almost homesick for Europe. Then I remembered the hell that is Italy and the Italians, and promptly felt ashamed.
All pics here.
From the island of Coronado, where we made a brief stop before going up to the Monument. I definitely didn't like it there. Smug.
The Cabrillo Monument on the other hand, was absolutely brilliant. Here is a view of the airport.
More of San Diego airport and the harbor.
A sailboat.
Reminded me of Italy. And there was a strong, pleasant smell from the plants up at the lighthouse. Sigh.
The lighthouse.
Some winged creature. I have no idea whether it is a falcon, a hawk, an eagle or a pigeon. It did fuck all except move its head around.
Look, no head!
The view on the other side of the hill, down towards the Pacific.
This plant is called Chapparal. I know this because it said so on the little sign near the ground.
Monterrey cypress. Again, there was a sign.
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