Out of all the places we went while on vacation, La Jolla was my favorite place to visit while in San Diego.
It's pronounced la-hoy-ya but I made the mistake of calling it la-jol-la. Of course laughing ensued as everyone made fun of me.
I continue to mispronounce it. *I like the way it sounds better.*
We drove through the neighborhood but I was only interested in the ocean for the most part. They have a little walkway where you can just walk up and down to see the view.
At one part there is a little place where the sea lions wash up to sunbathe. It's neat but it smells like poop.
You would think with all the water that smell would wash away but it doesn't.
There was something so peaceful about the sound of the ocean and wind. Maybe it's the repetitiveness, maybe it's just mental. Either way, I like it.
Cory thinks I'm not being completely serious when I say I plan to move there. I don't think he realizes I do plan on taking him up on the offer he said of ten years.
I wonder if the other beach cities are like this or if it's only San Diego. I want to live somewhere where the climate is relatively mild compared to Texas.