It’s no secret that Simon is a huge fan of Disney. I was dubious about visiting as an adult, but he converted me with trips to Disney in Florida and Japan. Disney is an escape for us, a world where life has a soundtrack, everyone is happy, and fun is effortless. While we were in San Diego there’s no way Simon was going to miss the opportunity to visit a new (to us) Disney park in Los Angeles.
Our impression of a new city is often influenced by the people we experience it with, more than the place itself. Would we have enjoyed our time in San Diego as much if we hadn’t stayed with our friends Tom and Jenny? Surely not, although San Diego has a lot to offer: warm, sunny weather even in late October; a laid-back outdoor lifestyle with beaches, parks, and hikes nearby; and delicious vegan-friendly food.
My vegan experiment continued as we moved down the USA’s west coast from Portland, to San Francisco and Sonoma, and on to San Diego. After finding San Francisco surprisingly difficult when eating in non vegetarian restaurants, San Diego was much easier (and less expensive). There are plenty of vegan options, even without eating in any of the city’s vegan restaurants, and menus were usually well labelled. Veganism is common here and we often found vegan cakes in cafes and vegan products in every supermarket. Continue reading →
The more time we spend travelling, the more travel becomes the norm. To continue to grow we have to find new challenges, try things that scare us, that we never thought we were capable of.
I’ve written before about discovering a passion for running on our travels, as a way to test myself mentally and physically, and to explore new places. I felt so good after completing my first 10k run in Thailand last Christmas that I set myself the goal of running a half marathon in 2014. Last month I did just that. I ran it faster than I expected. And I loved it.
When I was planning my first half marathon I had visions of staying in a cute B&B a few minute’s walk from the race start line. No worrying about parking or portaloos, and I’d be back in no time for a shower afterwards. When I finally committed to the race six weeks before I realised this wasn’t going to be possible—everywhere was booked up. My run was in Healdsburg, a pretty and rather posh town in Sonoma wine country, about an hour north of San Francisco. Prices are high here, especially on a Saturday night in October (harvest season) when there’s a half marathon in town.