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San Diego.

The sunny city. Well, at least sunnier than Cincinnati when it comes to the first week of March.

Katie and I took Isaiah on his first plane ride (Indianapolis-LA-San Diego) to visit Tim and Julia last week and it was a real treat. Not just because we dodged the 4 inches of snow that hit our home while we were away; not just because we were able to wear T-shirts and flip flops while everyone back home was wearing parkas and snow shoes; and not even because we did a bunch of great touristy things...the fact of the matter is that this was the best vacation for me so far because I got to spend time with my family.

Since Isaiah has been born, I have only had 1 week off to enjoy spending time exclusively as a family. Christmas had a couple days in a row, but otherwise all of our family time comes on Saturdays and weeknights. So the best part of this vacation, hands down, was spending time as a family, enjoying each other's company.

Now, with that said, it was also great to spend time sight-seeing the city, taking long walks through Balboa Park, visiting with Tim and Julia, and eating lots of fresh produce. One element that I didn't anticipate was that Isaiah was still on Eastern Standard Time (3 hours ahead of Tim and Julia). Which meant that every morning, Isaiah was the first one awake (at 5am) and wasn't afraid to tell the whole apartment he was awake. So each morning, Katie and I took Isaiah out for a long walk to look at the local houses and plantlife. It was beautiful walking weather and a great experience (minus the 5am part).

The second best part of the trip probably has to be when we went to the Wild Zoo. Yes, that's right. San Diego is known for their world-class zoo, but they also have the wild right in their backyard. We went to some beach or something someplace (thank you Tim for navigating), and were able to look down at a huge family of Sea Lions. Very cool.
Very stinky.





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