Today, I spent the day in the adorable little town of Julian, CA with my parents, tiny cousin, and grandparents. Turns out the only place in San Diego where you can get an authentic fall feel (icy breeze, red/yellow/orange trees, pumpkin anything) is in Julian. It’s about an hour and a half drive to Julian, including parking, from the city of San Diego and depending on whether you look at the glass half empty or half full; it may or may not be worth the half hour that you’re actually there walking around the one-block radius of businesses and restaurants with one hour waiting lists.
None the less, it’s the closest and cutest place to go for the best apple pie you’ve ever tried and to actually feel cold in San Diego. While it may be 65-70 in the city, it was mid 50’s in Julian! That’s definitely not as cold as Alaska, no where even close to it really, but it feels like fall in this sunny little town I call home.
After our trip to Julian, we stopped in Ramona at my uncle’s house to check on my dads horse Lola. There isn’t much to say about Lola since I’m no longer a horse-obsessed preteen. She is absolutely gorgeous and I typically forget her name within a couple days of seeing her. She’s maybe five years old and her original name was Bailey, how my uncle translated Bailey to Lola is beyond me, but she’s wild at heart and rarely lets anyone ride her.
I’ve ridden my uncle’s horse – because my suppressed preteen love for horses is still deep down in my bones. He’s the big brown horse and his name is Machete (my dad’s horse is the pinto one).
And that’s how I spent my Veteran’s Day. Started from Denny’s and now I’m here, sitting in my bed at 9 o’clock finishing up this post so that I can do the homework that’s due tomorrow.
Thank you to those who fought, fight, sacrifice, and wait at home, for our country. I don’t have anyone in my family that’s in the military, many of my high school friends joined after graduation, and I applaud each and every one of them.
Of course I have to give a little shout out, with total respect, to my coast guard boyfriend. I’m not sure I’ve ever told him how much respect I have for him (for anyone in the military), I literally want to bow down to those that have given up their home lives to fight for this country we call home. It’s incredible and something I could never personally do. Out of fear and lack of muscle mass.
Thank you, to all of you. But especially to the one that lets me attack him with kisses and snores on the phone while we’re watching movies together 2,200 miles apart.