This morning after a delicious breakfast outside at the Estancia La Jolla Hotel, one of those breakfasts that makes you wonder why you don’t sit outside and enjoy your coffee each morning more often and then you remember it’s because usually you have all of about 2 minutes to suck down your coffee while grabbing your purse, keys, and children, I remembered that one of the guests at dinner last night mentioned the hotel was a short walk to the Torrey Pines Gliderport overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
I glanced at the time. I had less than 40 minutes to print my boarding pass at the hotel business center and take a quick walk. I could make it there and back in time to catch my 8:45 airport shuttle. I hadn’t been to the San Diego area in 10 years and I wasn’t going to miss the chance to at least get a glance of the Pacific.
The air was cooler and thick with moisture and it was overcast. I walked to the rear of the hotel property and cut through a parking lot where a security guard pointed me in the right direction. Not many people were out, but as I headed up a small rise behind a modern building I could see SUVs lining the street and people out walking their dogs toward the bluff. The landscape changed slightly to sandier terrain and the horizon was clear so I knew I was getting close.
Finally I saw it. I walked toward the beginning of a trail that meanders down the bluff that is frequented by local surfers. I stood and enjoyed the view and snapped a few photos, knowing full well I looked every part the tourist dressed in jeans, and whipping my camera out of my purse, already overloaded with a book I was planning on reading on the flight home.
I had to jog back part of the way so I wouldn’t be late for the shuttle, especially once I realized that I had to circle around the entire hotel property to the front lobby entrance because I’d already turned in my room key, but the view was worth it.
I can be set in my ways and jaded so many times, encumbered with the stress of everyday life. I don’t want to forget that deep down inside I’m still a girl who will take an impromptu detour that leaves me breathless.
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