We've arrived in our new place - La Jolla (pronounced "la hoya"), California. It's technically part of San Diego, but we are 12 miles north of downtown. I have a feeling this isn't going to be my favorite city on tour.
There's nothing all that wrong with it - it's similar to San Jose in that way. And, like San Jose, it is simply too neat and tidy. Every visible area is landscaped, corporate-centered, apartment-villaged. The senses are calmed and dulled by every imaginable shade of beige: Almond, Antique, Desert Sand, Ecru, Eggshell, Khaki, Linen, Pearl, Sand, Tan, Tumbleweed, Vanilla, Wheat...
And Greg and I have had to laugh at the weirdness of showing up at our new apartment and seeing all of the amenities identical to our last apartment. The same dishes. The same towels hung with a particular decorative fold. The same ugly fake tree-plants and tableware. We've had this housing provider for a number of apartments, including San Jose. The sameness of everything is honestly creepy.
But I cannot ignore the obvious pros of this new place we're living. The shopping is unbelievably good - 5 minutes walk to a mid-sized grocery store filled with organic produce and yuppie products. Also just around the corner, a post office, Starbucks, Barnes & Noble, a massage studio, and a big upscale shopping mall. Slightly further away, but only 5 minutes by car, is a mega grocery store which carries everything imaginable. Other good things - there are other families in reasonably close proximity, and sidewalks and bike lanes seem prevalent.
And of course, the real reason everyone comes to La Jolla - the beach. We are living about 3 miles from the Pacific Ocean, and a long stretch of free public beach that is populated by surfers, seals, and sea anemones. We brought the kids out today - and although the weather wasn't hot, they weren't fazed at all, splashing in the waves, running and laughing. The sand and the sun felt great to all of us, and I think we'll pack beach towels and food and make a longer day of it next time.