My family spent a lot of time in San Diego growing up. When I made the decision to leave NYC, I ultimately settled on San Diego because it was familiar without being home. Trips to Sea World gave me my first childhood “when I grow up” dream of being a dolphin trainer and marine biologist. The famous red roof of Hotel del Coronado was going to be the place I got married (I’ve said it before, I had no concept of money growing up). Despite there being plenty of gems in San Diego that spark nostalgia for all the family vacations we had growing up, La Jolla Cove is the place I hold dearest.
One tradition my dad never wavered from was getting a drink at sunset at George’s. It overlooks the cove and is the perfect spot to hear my dad say, for the umpteenth time, that the best places to live are Colorado and California. The cove is also home to the entire seal and sea lion population of San Diego. Honestly, it is a miracle I never tried to steal a baby seal when I was younger.
Considering San Diego is THE tourist destination, the cove is often painfully overcrowded, but I’ve never been one to let people get in the way of the things I love. Recently I’ve traded sleeping in for an early morning chai and pastry with a stroll around the cove the mass wave of people arrive. Even though the sun doesn’t rise over the ocean in California, it’s still just as pretty in the morning twilight hours.