I was determined to spend some quality tome with Paul before leaving San Diego. I told him to pick me up on Saturday nite promptly at 6:00 PM. He agreed. I took him to Herringbone. It was American cuisine, but I had reviewed the menu and thought it would be spectacular.
I even told Paul that I would be ordering that evening. For him, I chose the Wood Oven Roasted Berkshire Pork Chop, and I chose the Summer Squash Fettuccine. We each added some herbed fries, as I had a notion to eat something a little less healthy along with my fresh fettuccine. Once again, as we had done at The Marine room, we would share a glass to complement each course. We started with a Cava from Spain named
Sunday, September 14, 2014
I only had a month more at Casa Amor, and I would begin to spend more time with Paul, and with Paul and the children. While it is always an interesting dynamic to see; and one that I hoped would never be a possibility at an early age for the children, Paul was doing an excellent job of fitting in.
Between the two of us, we found more free things to do in San Diego and nearby La Jolla, which was his favourite spot in the valley. There was the science center, the Museum of Contemporary Art, and the parks and beaches. We found a place for free concerts on Sundays' and while it was not your typical or even contemporary music, it was something to go and do.
Paul had taken the time to bond with Liam and they played golf at nearby Torrey Pines each week on Wednesday afternoon for the next few weeks. Neither Liam or Paul were good ball-strikers, but they enjoyed an afternoon on the course leading into evening. Additionally, there are two historic drives near San Diego; considered "must-sees" if you are in town, and Paul even let Liam drive the Mercedes. Impressive, I thought.
Isabella preferred shopping with her mother, and Paul did tag along a time or two and purchase a few things for her. To my surprise, she wanted to try hang-gliding, and so we all tried it. What a rush! I could hardly catch my breath from not only the experience, but the scenery as we flew like birds high above the land. She was my hiker, and took advantage of the National Parks, and also dragged us back to the zoo for one more attempt at seeing the lions and tigers be a little more active. We would return to the cages several times that day, but these ferocious beasts of the wild are just not to be caged and fed like house animals. I feel sure they feel frustrated, lonely, isolated and sad.
We dined at fine restaurants and in the next four weeks, I would have some of the best wine of my life. To be fair, Brady was more of a connoisseur than Paul, but he was not too shabby. He did appreciate food as much as I and the kids, so I have to give credit where credit is due there.
The eight and ninth weeks passed by way too fast, and I prayed for the eleventh and twelfth not to end. This was not my home; however, and I would have to relinquish the keys in a mere two weeks and return to North Carolina and Asheville, my home.
Between the two of us, we found more free things to do in San Diego and nearby La Jolla, which was his favourite spot in the valley. There was the science center, the Museum of Contemporary Art, and the parks and beaches. We found a place for free concerts on Sundays' and while it was not your typical or even contemporary music, it was something to go and do.
Paul had taken the time to bond with Liam and they played golf at nearby Torrey Pines each week on Wednesday afternoon for the next few weeks. Neither Liam or Paul were good ball-strikers, but they enjoyed an afternoon on the course leading into evening. Additionally, there are two historic drives near San Diego; considered "must-sees" if you are in town, and Paul even let Liam drive the Mercedes. Impressive, I thought.
Isabella preferred shopping with her mother, and Paul did tag along a time or two and purchase a few things for her. To my surprise, she wanted to try hang-gliding, and so we all tried it. What a rush! I could hardly catch my breath from not only the experience, but the scenery as we flew like birds high above the land. She was my hiker, and took advantage of the National Parks, and also dragged us back to the zoo for one more attempt at seeing the lions and tigers be a little more active. We would return to the cages several times that day, but these ferocious beasts of the wild are just not to be caged and fed like house animals. I feel sure they feel frustrated, lonely, isolated and sad.
We dined at fine restaurants and in the next four weeks, I would have some of the best wine of my life. To be fair, Brady was more of a connoisseur than Paul, but he was not too shabby. He did appreciate food as much as I and the kids, so I have to give credit where credit is due there.
The eight and ninth weeks passed by way too fast, and I prayed for the eleventh and twelfth not to end. This was not my home; however, and I would have to relinquish the keys in a mere two weeks and return to North Carolina and Asheville, my home.
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