It’s true what you’ve heard. The path to love begins in the kitchen. It was on a food-focused run to San Diego, California that I first fell in love with the city. I’m heading back tomorrow to attend the #NABJ conference and I’m giddier than a school girl with a crush.
A jam-packed itinerary and the opportunity to meet and greet journo celebs like Soledad O’Brien and my mom’s fave Dr. Oz, means I probably won’t have time to be driving a Go-Car or noshing at my favourite meat-cation spots on this trip. I am hoping, however, to make it into the Linkery for some Kombucha tea and will NOT miss a stop at the Burger Lounge which is down the road from my hotel.
I won’t have the kids with me so visits to Disney and Legoland will likely have to wait for another trip, but I’m hoping to uncover some shopping spots and a maybe even a wine bar or two worth sharing with you.
And in the time that’s left I plan to get up close and personal with the laid back California vibe which in my mind includes a chaise lounge, a pretty drink and a pool cabana.
Bring. It. On.