I have been walking more lately, albeit not as long, but more times per week. All of this fits hand in glove with my new "thing," calorie counting. I've downloaded a great app for my iPhone (MyFitnessPal) that helps me figure out a weight-loss plan, counts calories and even factors in my walks as a sort of bonus with calories burned each time I hit the "mean" streets of San Diego. And unlike certain Hollywood stars, I never have to ask my iPhone if it's raining or not, but I do ask it how much I ate today.
Every once in a while on these excursions I discover some new thing in San Diego that I never saw before. Recently I stumbled across this cute little suspension bridge at Spruce Street in what I guess is a part of Mission Hills. It runs over a canyon and has a bit of a bounce to it when you walk it, particularly when you get to the far side and it really bounces (like minor earthquake bounce). I want to walk thoughout more of Mission Hills one day, when I can figure out if I can actually get in and out of there without laying a trail of bread crumbs. It's kinda windy and mazey, but it's also one of the most beautiful parts of the city of San Diego, with incredible homes and landscaping. But I'm somewhat afraid of the following scenario happening (a play in one act):
"Siri, am I lost?"
"Yes, we appear to be lost, however it is not raining outside. Would you like to have tomato soup delivered anyway?"
"No, thank you, Siri."
The jacaranda trees are in almost-full bloom (as are the Vespas, evidently). They're beautiful and fragrant and dot the streets, especially on Bankers Hill which lies between downtown and Hillcrest. As an editorial note, there are no banks on Bankers Hill, but at some point there were a lot of bankers living there. There are some pretty ritzy houses, which just proves, I guess, that embezzlement is good for the soul...or the home as the case may be. The jacarandas only failing is that when they flowers fall off, they stain the sidewalks as they decay away.
One of my favorite and most frequent places to walk is Balboa Park and this last photo is from there, taken on a gorgeous spring late afternoon. This is why I live here, people. Wise up and join me. But find your own f*cking place to live. This isn't a charity ward.