In 1980, when I was a young traveler with little money, I stayed at hostels. When I arrived in Florence, the hostel had no vacancy. So I ended up sleeping on the lawn in front of the train station. This was pleasant, as I was surrounded by other young travelers who dotted the landscape like cocoons that night. Pleasant, that is, until 5:30 AM when a police officer thumped his baton on my sleeping bag.
It was 1986. We had given, sold and stored away our life’s possessions, left our business to the management of a trusted friend, bought a small camper, and headed north on April Fool’s Day on a nine-month journey around the North American continent. We were now about a month into our journey and reveled in the beauty of Oregon.
Omni Hotel San Diego is the go-to place for baseball fans. One of its coolest features is a walking bridge from the hotel directly into Petco Park where the San Diego Padres play.
Now that Mark and I have been to Italy and back, we know from Italian food! There’s this best-kept-secret of an Italian restaurant right here in San Diego, but sometimes you have to go around the world, then return to Square One, to recognize the assets of your own backyard.
The San Diego Hard Rock Hotel has quite a storied past. Once upon a time there was this parking lot on the most prime piece of property in San Diego, near the Convention Center and Petco Park and right next to the Gaslamp marquee.