Apparently one week of sunshine in San Diego is enough to convince my subconscious mind that it is summer. The conversation with my sister yesterday went something like this:
Amy: The Iditarod started this week.
Me (confused): I didn’t know they ran the Iditarod in the summer?
Amy: …
Me: …
Amy: Umm, March isn’t summer.
Me: Ohh. Good point.
I spent my last weekend in San Diego playing board games, going to the beach in the rain, and enjoying the sunshine.
The rain wasn’t that bad although there was a stampede of southern Californians running down the pier shrieking and seeking shelter. It was actually good luck because we saw a pelican, an egret, dolphins, and a whale before watching a gorgeous sunset.
We went to the Hindu festival of Spring, Holi, and got to enjoy throwing colored powder at each other and eating traditional food.
Holi, the most fun holiday ever! Indians sure have the best festivals.
I also gorged myself on as many tacos as I could find and explored the North Park neighborhood of San Diego.
I sure am radiant if there is this much sunshine (the sweatshirt is to avoid sunburns, not to stay warm).