Although we planned out the trip to La Jolla using the public transportation we ditched it in the end. It would’ve taken 1.5 hours to get there. Our Uber driver got us there in 15 minutes! There’s something to be said for saving time – plus we still haven’t spent the $55/day, which is what it would be costing us to park the car each night.
Many people told us to go to La Jolla. It’s where you live if you have money, lots of money. I don’t even want to guess at the price of all the houses up on the hills with a gorgeous view of the Pacific Ocean. It feels like the entire town over looks the ocean.
After grabbing some delicious coffee we set off on the Coastal Trail. It’s 2.5 miles along the edge of the ocean. It reminded me a bit of hiking through Cinque Terre in Italy. The views were spectacular. The weather was perfect. It is San Diego after all – it’s always 72 degrees and sunny.
All that hiking, watching sea lions and the surfers made us hungry. We needed lunch. We heard great things about The Taco Stand – still trying to figure out if it really has a Michelin rating. Didn’t matter to us – it was excellent! As the name implies you do a lot of standing. There is always a long line out the door waiting for their tacos and burritos on homemade tortillas. We went with the highly rated mahi mahi taco, Sonora taco and California burrito – which has French fries instead of rice. OMG, I might dream about them. Super tasty and for this area, inexpensive.
After lunch we ubered to La Jolla Shores and the Scripps Pier on the UCSD campus of Oceanography. Another beautiful beach with views of the cliffs of Torrey Pines. Also quieter than La Jolla Cove and a great spot to surf. We’ve never been to Southern California. Never had the opportunity to see the beautiful beaches, the spectacular weather. We could live here but our Uber driver told us a 1-bedroom apartment goes for $2500/month and gas is $6-7.00/gallon. Ouch! No wonder Tesla’s are as common as Camry’s back home.
We ended the night at The Fields – a recommendation from the guy at the hotel desk. It’s an Irish Pub. An authentic Irish Pub – the owners had a pub in Ireland shipped here, piece by piece. It was just what we needed after a full day in the sun. The Guinness was cold and the Champ was delicious.
Halfway Round the Planet, Part 2 