Day 145

Woke up in San Diego for the first time in 12 years. And I loved it. Too much. Walked down to the beach again, put my feet in the Pacific Ocean. 

Then we hopped in the convertible and to relive my childhood. 

Pietro would NOT ride the carousel at Seaport Village. LAME.

Went to my old hood.

Walked around my old high school. 

And my old grocery store.

Drove past my old house. And wondered the same thing Pietro did..."WHY the 'ELL did you leave here??"

Dinner with the fam. 

Then off to LA. All crispy.