The day after visiting Balboa Park, my excitement for San Diego fell a little. It wasn't Balboa Park - it was all of the driving. Which I guess, in a sense, is a bit ironic because that's what we do - drive!
As we travel though, I ponder whether each location could be a potential landing point for us after we are done on the road.
And all of the driving in San Diego made me a bit nuts. And I wasn't even driving. Thank you mom!
But then we spent some time on Coronado Island and I found my place.
I know what you are thinking - "You fool - unless you have $13 million to spend on a teeny tiny house then good luck!"
The likelihood of us living on Coronado Island is probably pretty slim but I was totally digging the vibe. There was a library and gelato shop within blocks of each other so I was basically good to go.
Coronado Island has a small town vibe next to a big city - which is the best of both worlds. While Zillow crushed my hopes of ever living there, I did enjoy our time walking around the main drag and savoring every bit of the espresso gelato I could fit into my stomach!