The Del

Recently, we stayed here.  The Hotel Del Coronado in San Diego.  This was the place for me of many a childhood fantasy.  Brad took me to stay here one night when I was pregnant with Paige, a check off the bucket list of sorts, and I never thought I would have the good fortune of staying here again.  And yet this time, we one upped it, staying not one but three nights, and also staying with dear friends.  Perfection.

I suppose it's a pregnancy perk of mine, since the first time I was around five months pregnant and this time being only around 8 weeks.  Maybe for baby no. three we'll stay for a week . . . ha ha!  Seriously doubt that one.

Did I mention that we stayed without Paige?  It was, well, amazing.  There was beach walking.

There was vast amounts of eating, an example of which was the enormous plates we found set before us at a little place in Hillcrest called Hash House A Go-Go.  We were a little flummoxed as to how we would even begin to eat portions that large.

You are looking at Brad's order, which was a fetching arrangement of bacon infused waffles, topped with a piece of fried chicken.  He made a dent, of sorts.

We even watched a wedding. . . from the spa.  

I miss this trip already, even though it was only a month ago.  I haven't put the little hotel brochure away on purpose, because every day when I sneak a glance of it on my bathroom counter I smile a little.  Just a little weekend of sweetness I'll get to carry around with me always.