I love to travel, as you probably know. I think there’s nothing I can do that better stimulates my imagination than go to a new place. Luckily, my job is flexible that way. For the past few days, I’ve been in between duties—I had a board meeting for Romance Writers of America in San Diego, and this coming weekend, I’ll be speaking to the San Diego chapter. Rather than fly back and forth across country twice in ten days, I thought I’d hide out here in SoCal. I’d never been to San Diego, after all.
So I rented a little house in La Jolla, just down the street from the ocean. One of my oldest friends, Heidi, came to stay for a couple days. I’ve been writing and writing, then laughing and laughing with Heidi, and it’s been the best! We go back 28 years, we figured. Long enough that she knew before I was dating a certain Irish boy, and I knew her before she was a mom. As is the case with so many friends, we never ran out of things to say. Au contraire.
Here are a few pictures from the area. And that blurry one of Heidi and me? Well, it’s hard to take a good photo when you’re in pedi-cab, dancing to Greased Lightning, getting cheered on by pedestrians. : )
I hope you all have such a good friend as Heidi, and that you get to spend time in a place as beautiful as La Jolla. Have a great week, gang!