Once finished with our flight, and Grand Canyon National Park, we found a place to lodge for the evening and tomorrow we would make the trip into California. It would be an easy run across I-40 for most of the way and then South for a few hours upon reaching California.
The drive had been as fun and as calm as I could never have imagined. It seemed as if Isabella and Liam were enjoying every step of the way, every leg of travel, every hotel and outing that I had planned. Somehow, I just knew in my heart that the next twelve weeks were going to be days, weeks, and certainly; a summer to remember.
Coronado Beach is close to San Diego, California, so there would be plenty to do in the evenings in addition to the beach. It has a lot to offer like the zoo, and other attractions. While the beauty of the California beaches would be our main focus for the summer, we would have a plan for the next twelve weeks; each week, for something fun and educational to do. So far, I had even done an excellent job in providing the children with a history lesson here and there. The Oklahoma City bombing, the Arch in St. Louis, the history of baseball, the Indian Tribe responsible for the Skywalk...all of this was adding to the value of the plans I put in motion.
We arrived at Coronado Beach about dinner time. We had stopped for a small bite of lunch earlier in the day around 1:00 PM, but it was now nearing 6:00 PM, and we were all famished. We did it! We had trekked nearly three-thousand miles in a matter of days en route to our beach destination for the summer.
I was hungry for Mexican that evening, so I pulled the "trump card" or the "longest straw"; so to speak, and we pulled into the parking lot of Miguel's Cocina. My favorite are the Enchilladas, as is Isabella's, and Liam usually just gets something with flaming steak that comes to the table at about five-hundred degrees. We were careful to eat every morsel that evening, and wasted no time.
After dinner, we would stay one nite in a hotel before checking in to our beach house for the summer. The Hotel Coronado is possibly one of the most historic hotels on the West coast, and it is definitely a prized location in California.
We all retreated to our rooms, and would sleep soundly until we were ready to get up. Somehow, I just knew that Liam and Isabella would awake not long after sunrise, brimming with excitement for the place that I had picked to be our home for the summer.
