I was eighteen years old, and after taking a red eye from my home in the Midwest, I headed straight to the beach to spend a few hours while my friend was at work. Not surprisingly, I fell asleep on my towel. Also not surprisingly, my poor pale skin got burned by that powerful Southern California sun. But the magnitude and severity of that burn was quite a shock. My face suffered the worst fate...the blisters were so big that my eyes swelled shut. For the next few days, I ran a fever and did nothing but lie in a darkened room with cool washcloths covering most of my body, and try to convince myself that I didn't need to go to the emergency room.
Sigh. Definitely white girl problems.
Happily, today's visit was much less eventful. With just a few moments to spend, I pulled into a lookout point above Pacific Beach, watched the surfers, and wished I had time to head down to the sand and sit for a spell. But as my eighteen-year-old memories surfaced so poignantly in my mind, I was more than happy to quickly snap a few pics and be on my way.
San Diego, your beaches are spectacular. But I won't get fooled again.