After a successful day out along the Baja in Tijuana, I enjoy a snifter of Tequila and a restful night in town. I wake up early the next day to cross the border back into San Diego, find a Starbucks to get my morning moving in the right direction, then head out to La Jolla.
I walk along the coastal boardwalk, finding seal beach and La Jolla cove. If memory serves me correctly (which it usually doesn’t) I was last here in 2010, kayaking the caves of the cove and floating over whale sharks.
This time around is more of a typical Sunday, just enjoying the day watching artists paint the scene around them and being fascinated by the seals at play in the ocean.
The animals are body surfing in the high tide, struggling to climb onto rocks to escape the relentless beating of the Pacific Ocean, and just laying on the warm sand taking in the sun’s rays.
I open my book and continue to read A Catcher in the Rye.
A nice enough woman sees what I’m reading and strikes up a conversation with me, then asks if she can take my picture with the book. I can barely relate to other people anymore.
I oblige, laughing at the irony of the situation. Holden Caulfield is turning over in his grave.
At least the seals ask nothing of me as they play in the waves.
It’s another perfect day for banana fish.
