Sparkles

After we checked into our hotel last night, we took off to have a drink on a rooftop.  There was a very cool rooftop bar in San Diego’s Little Italy neighborhood where we were able to position ourselves just right to watch the sun setting over the water while we sipped mojitos.  So far, I have been impressed by the little fraction of this city we’ve managed to see.  The bartender who made our mojitos was very nice, and there was a customer at another table who was really friendly.  After the sun had set, the temperature got to be a little low for rooftop breezes by the water.  It seems strange to think that way- when we boarded our airplane under 24 hours ago, our phone’s weather apps told us it was 100 degrees outside at the DFW International Airport.  Now, we’re wondering if we should have brought some long sleeved shirts.  

But from the rooftop bar, we walked through Little Italy a bit.  Our stroll took us to a wine bar, where we had a glass of Prosecco.  We have a thing we do involving successful flights and sparking wine.  It goes back nine years, now.  When we did the hot air balloon ride in the Australian Outback, the operator of that balloon served everyone a glass of sparkling wine when we landed.  He explained that it was how you celebrate a successful flight.  We have since expanded that out to other flights.  We did i-fly indoor skydiving and followed with sparkles.  We bungee jumped in New Zealand and followed that with sparkles, and every time we leave an airport, we seem to find some kind of sparkling wine.  The thing with balloons must be real, too, because the hot air balloon in Albuquerque ended with the operator serving sparkling wine in the park where he landed the balloon.  Successful flight.  This trip for us was no different than usual.  Successful flight?  Sparkles.  

We were both pretty tired when we finished our Prosecco.  We had been up late on Wednesday night and early on Thursday morning, two time zones from where we are now.  It was not difficult at all to get to sleep.  But this morning, we were up early enough to hit one of the funkiest breakfast spots in this part of town.  Morning Glory has inventive dishes, fancy coffees and again, very friendly staff.  The girl who served us was spotted with tattoos and dripping with earrings.  She made some extremely welcome and very good menu recommendations, and we really enjoyed our breakfast.  I ordered something called Soufflé Pancakes and Cas got this thing that was basically like a calzone that had been pulled open and cooked.  It was filled with two cheeses, garlic, butter, an egg, bacon and jalapeño.  It was very yummy and pretty confusing.   

Today, we’re gearing up for our snorkeling and kayaking adventure.  Cas and I have done both before, but usually, when we kayak, we have our own boats.  This time, apparently, we’re getting a two-person boat.  Years ago on the Rio Grande, we were informed by a guide that couples boats lead to divorce, but I think we’re solid enough as a couple to make a go of it.  I mean, we both rowed a bit for each other already this summer on our Paris trip.  

But that’s for me to tell about later.  We have to go have the adventures before we can tell you all about them.  So off we go.  Wish us luck- let’s hope our marriage can sustain the blow of a couples boat!