Woe is me it’s Wednesday! Not only is this the last day of our lovely vacation, but the weather is positively calling out for us to stay. It’s so sunny out you gotta have shades, and we’re going home to 40 degrees and rain. I’m so very ready for spring. To top it off, we spent today walking around Balboa Park. This is tragedy when facing a nasty weather situation at home. We had a few hours before the plane and hadn’t seen much of the city so we felt some sight-seeing was in order. We drove down to the middle of the park where the zoo and all the museums are and parked up a bit to walk down El Prado down to the center. It was breathtaking! Huge Spanish architecture with all the bells and whistles. Or I should say all the curlicues and statuary. You would have to see it to believe this place. Gardens and fountains and courtyards and the buildings! Simply amazing. The pictures don’t come anywhere close to doing it justice. Nowhere close. I can’t even describe how beautiful it was without going into meaningless hyperbole and hackneyed prose. The sun, the buildings, the blooming spring flowers…it was just stunning. Add onto that the museums. This is where the natural history museum, science center, art museums, train museums…on and on are located. When we got there and saw how brilliant the whole place was, I was kicking myself we didn’t leave a day to explore it. Even Trueby was completely content to wander around taking pictures and drinking in how great it was Too great.As little as we wanted to, we had to get the rental car back and head to the airport. Our first flight to Phoenix was quick and uneventful. We had almost three hours to kill before the last leg to Seattle though, so had dinner, played around on the moving sidewalks and generally just killed time. After dinner I took a bathroom break, leaving my daughter in her father’s capable hands. When I came out, like two minutes later! they were surrounded by about five people and a ton of others were all looking on. What the hell?! My poor girl had wedged her lower leg between two seats and was completely and irrevocably stuck. We tried unsuccessfully to dislodge her while she, terrified, cried quietly and said, “I don’t want to be here forever,” in the most forlorn voice you’ve ever heard. A kindly passenger offered lotion and we slicked her all up, but no good. A custodian called for help and about five minutes later a bike cop showed up followed by four fully outfitted fire fighter paramedics. The very sweet cop got her out just as the paramedics showed up and the whole gate clapped for her. Poor little thing wanted to sink through the floor. To my very deep regret she wouldn’t let me take a picture of her in her pickle, so you’ll have to use your imagination. But trust me when I tell you it was a sight worth seeing.
Thus ends our wonderful vacation. Back to real life.
