In an abrupt shift from my usual pace, an opportunity arose to temporarily work nights at an energy facility in Carlsbad, California (USA). Being young and flexible, I hopped aboard a flight to San Diego, CA. Luckily, I had some free time to acclimatize to the new schedule. Realizing this may be my last break for a while, I took advantage of the mini-vacation.
I soon discovered that I was in close proximity to the ocean and numerous historical sites. Driving from the airport along the coast was amazing, and my first stop after a long day was Hotel del Coronado in Coronado, CA. The Victorian beach resort was constructed in 1888 and is the second largest wooden structure in the United States. It stands steadfast, staring proudly to the west with a smooth, sandy beach skirting around it. I had heard lovely things about this hotel, and it truly lived up to it’s reputation.
Once the sun had said goodbye, I drove towards downtown San Diego’s Gaslamp Quarter with a rumble in my tummy. For those unfamiliar with the area, the Gaslamp Quarter is where most of San Diego’s nightlife occurs. The lamps guide locals and visitors alike down streets nestled with shops, bars and eateries.
Parking was no real issue, as there was ample street and garage space, and I decided to indulge myself with a nice restaurant. I spotted Cafe Sevilla right away due to it’s red lighting and lively ambiance (and close proximity to my rental!).
Cafe Sevilla was a lucky, but marvelously correct choice for my ‘night on the town’. I started with a glass of the house Sangria, which was by far the best I have ever had. I then ordered fresh shrimp and garlic tapas, manchego (cheese made in the La Mancha region of Spain from the milk of sheep of the manchega breed) mashed potatoes, and sautéed brussel sprouts drizzled with balsamic reduction & garlic aioli. Are you drooling yet? I know I am.
While I sipped Sangria and admired the Spanish-themed wallpaper, I noticed signs for live music every night. In disbelief, and with an incurable sweet tooth, I ordered churros madrileños con chocolate caliente, and patiently waited for the show to begin. As I wrapped up my dessert and paid for the bill, a guitarist began plucking away. Satiated, I retired. The walk to the car was warm and fuzzy, with Spanish notes lingering in the crisp night air.
San Diego, CA
Sight: Sunset over the water, dolphins and seals, surfers taking the plunge
Smell: Salt, seaweed, and blooming wildflowers
Sound: The crashing of waves, the wind off the ocean
Touch: Smooth, polished stones beneath your bare feet on the beach
Taste: Local ceviche, mexican food from holes in the wall