Extemporaneous Ramblings

This turned out to be a real gem. A hotel from the silver screen era - small 3 story white building with brass fittings, filled with antiques, grand piano in the lobby and a wonderful central courtyard of tables and flowers where you could sit, chat, eat the continental breakfast, and relax. Wonderful indeed - an oasis surrounded by high-rise Beverley Hills condos. Many guests had clearly made this a cherished stop for many years.

We enjoyed every moment of our stay there.

Sadly, we learned on checking out that the hotel had been sold (they eventually couldn’t turn down the mega $$) and that we were privileged to stay there the second last week before it closed.

Truly the passing of bit of elegant history and it was wonderful to have enjoyed it while it was still there.

So, the next morning we checked out of the Mission Valley (San Diego) Marriott, to head to LA. The Marriott had been a nice start but definitely over-priced, especially the $13 to park the car overnight. The pool/spa was lovely, though, and fun in the lights at night.

To finish in San Diego we toured the harbour area, including the Boats and Museum. If you saw the movie “Master and Commander”, we were on the square rigger they used for it. Neat! Also toured a Russion sub (incredibly cramped) and several others. A short walking tour of the harbour enclave of eclectic shops (I regret not buying the awesome bet buckle I saw) finished it off.
We headed out up the coastal highway for the short 90 mile jump to LA. The first half was fine, then came the LA traffic. Overall it took about 3 hours to go the 90 miles and find the next hotel, the Century Wilshire in Westwood/ Beverley Hills.

California in the summer is hot. We see from the news that the US in general is being cooked in a heat wave. San Diego apparently has an idyllic climate virtually all year. The coastal location normally provides some temperature moderation. Not this year.

It is beautiful and sunny but very HOT.

submitted by Lynette

Ok, so first day with the car, makes life a lot easier right? Ha! That’s what you think! So, he had already locked the keys in the trunk, one disaster a day you might think? Well, apparently, luck is not on our side!

So, my father, who is usually very sharp when it comes to things like this must have been feeling the heat, considering that not only had he locked them in the trunk, but he also managed to later that day throw the keys out with the garbage from dinner at Wendy’s! So, we put our trash in the respective trach can, and procede out to the car, only to find that the keys aren’t in any of dad’s pockets. Now we start to panick! So, we go back inside, and look in the trash, and sitting at the top with the container from my dad’s salad, were the keys! We quickly took them out the proceeded back to the car!

For the rest of the trip I will personally watch and make sure that those keys are safely buttoned in the pocket of his shorts at all times in which they are not in use!

What a Zoo!!!!! The San Diego Zoo (www.sandiegozoo.org) was a most wonderful experience. We had been advised - by the US customs guy at the Ottawa Airport, of all places - to take the bus tour of the park first. Good advise. The bus tour covers 90% of the exhibits in about an hour. Then you can go back and see the ones that intrigue you most. We also preceeded the bus tour by a 1 hour stroll around the Ape and Monkey are that are not on the bus route. At the end we took at the sky ride (about 100 feet about the park) that goes over the park.

What a day! We saw wonderful exhibits and incredible species in nature environments. It is no wonder this is known as one of the best zoos in the world.

All in all about a 5-6 hour time. HIGHLY recommended!

Well, no sooner did we enjoy the normalcy of a car but things started to happen (they girls would say that I lost my mind). We motored happily off to the incredible San Diego Zoo (more on that later). When we parked, I pocketed my real car keys from home and promptly locked the keys to the rental car in the trunk - ARGH!

Precipitously, the car was not yet locked, so we thought we were saved. Just release it from inside the car. Yes, but you have to find the button!!

Looked high, looked low - no release button. This caused some stress and agitation. Eventually we called the rental office, how had no idea. Then we called the road service guys, who pointed out the special door by the drivers drawer that contained the button. That door is the fuse box on my car at home so it was ignored. The guys on the phone says “I thought you said you looked everywhere in there?”.

Anyway, with adrenaline subsiding we locked the correct keys in the trunk and hoofed it to the zoo entrance.

For the rest of the trip, my placement of the keys in the buttoned back pocket is to be monitored by my daughter…

After hauling our carcasses and stuff around for a day on the Trolley I have learned my lesson. The normal use of a car is ABSOLUELTY NECESSARY!!!

So I called budget and move the car rental up to NOW. The hotel guy kindly drove out to get it (after all he was about to $13 daily in parking charges) and we have wheels.

I feel liberated already!

We like Mexican food. Lynette has eaten it since she was about 6 months old. Sooooo, we figured that on our first night we would tour the ‘Old Town’ area and get some Mexican beans, etc. Granted we were WAY over tired.

So off we went again on the Trolley.

We found a nice open air (restaurents in this climate often have no real doors and windows to speak of - there are no bugs either to speak of) and ordered. We had forgotten that everything in the US is SUPERSIZED. We got enough food for 6, literally.

But the real story was the food. I had Mexican food on my last trip to LA and when it was not as good as our favourite place in Ottawa I figured it was just one place. Wrong! The cooking was the same in San Diego - very heavy and oily.

So the lesson here was that Mexcian food for us is Paucho Villa’s in Ottawa (Elgin and Frank) or not at all.

Live and learn…

Finally at the hotel and in the room, but it would be REAL nice to have a nice glass of Diet Canada Dry. Well maybe it will have to be some US diet ginger ale.

Good luck! Not only had nobody ever heard of Canada Dry, but ginger ale is next to impossible to come by. It would appear that Coke and Pepsi has made exclusive deals not only with the hotels (and airlines) but also with the stores such as Sears, etc. Only their products are stocked and sold.

We will see as we proceed, but it appears that the land of the free are only free to buy what the local monopoly tells them they can buy. Canadians have MUCH great selection in most venues. This was a shock…

Just got to the hotel and it was an interesting trip. Final flying time was only about 45 minutes overtime, which was good.

Our itinerary calls for a 2 day stay in San Diego before heading North. Since I was told that most things are on the San Diego Trolley line, we figured that we didn’t need the car until we leave.

Sooooo, we had to get to the hotel from the airport. Use the Trolley, right? Wrong! Turns out that the Trolley line doesn’t cover nearly as much as we were told. Thus, we took a bus to the downtown Trolley line stop - hauling all our luggage. Not fun at all.

On the bus we encountered our first ‘locals’. The bus driver was very friendly and agreed to kick up off at the right place. A couple at the back where we sat, talked to us and then go off and directed us to the correct Trolley. They were very friendly and helpful. They ovie on a boat in the harbour.

On the Trolley we encountered a couple of more locals - a lady hotel worker and an older gentleman. They were, again, colourful and very friendly upon finding out who we were. They gave us various amounts of mostly useful and always interesting advice.

I eventually called the hotel on my cel and said “where do we get off”. We got off as directed and then hauled our stuff an distance to the Marriott.

Here we have the first several of many lessons and interesting paradoxes:

1. American cities appear to Canadians as full of violence and dangerous people. This is no doubt true, but all the Americans we meet are very welcoming and friendly. A strange paradox.

2. Travel rule -> Forget saving a few bucks by waiting to rent the car. Get it at the airport!

You would think a simple flight to San Diego, with one stop at the United Airlines hub in Chicago would be straight forward, right? NOT!

The second leg to San Diego requires an airplane, and ours in stuck somewhere in North Carolina. The board said ‘on time’, then ‘delayed’, then nothing. ARGH!

Now it says delayed 1 hour….Now it says delayed ‘untl later’. We have visions of arriving in San Diego togniht some time, after about 12 hours.

EUREKA! Now it says we will board in 45 minutes since they have another plane to use.

Have to go to board. After all the miss-leading info we are now about an hour late and should be able to make up part of it in flying time.

Why California dreaming?

About 18 years ago, while in California to attend an International Juggler’s Association convention in San Jose, I (with another juggler) spent a couple of weeks driving the coastal highway. It was great but I didn’t get south to San Diego.

I have long promised my daughter that I would repeat this trip with her, showing her the California coast, adding San Diego, and seeing the California we have talked about many times. California Dreamin’ just for us.

So here we are, and off we go…

This is the completely prejudicial and biased saga of the Wilson family trip to Southern California, mostly scribed by Ken Wilson, but with side comments from daughter Lynette.

Sharing welcome but critical comments should be directed to /dev/nul…