Mark and I are in the San Diego airport waiting for our flight home. It’s been a whirlwind of a weekend, but we’ve had a great time and are so pleased to have been part of Jeff and Kevin’s wedding last night.
Let’s start at the beginning, though.
Feeling much more acclimated to the time change, Mark and I got up at a decent hour. I was craving some comfort breakfast food, so we decided to hike again the 1.8 miles from our hotel to the area around the Del Coronado hotel for breakfast at a local diner joint called, Clayton’s Coffee Shop.
Not unlike the German Village Coffee Shop on a Saturday, the line was out the door, but we only had to wait about 10 minutes for a seat around the giant magnet-shaped counter. Chocolate-chip pancakes! Yum! (The GV Coffee Shop’s pancakes, however, remain the best I’ve ever eaten. Sorry Clay!) As we tend to do, we spent most of the rest of our free time walking on the beach and through some shops between our hotel and the Del.
Walking on the beach restores my soul. I can only think that I was a sailor in a previous life. (Perhaps my irrational fear of large ships is an echo of having fallen overboard and having been struck by the boat.)
On the way back, we finally found a Starbuck’s with decent, free wi-fi, so I was able to upload my previous two entries at last.
We had just enough time to get cleaned up and rest our feet for a few minutes before we had to meet the wedding party at the venue, Il Fornaio. Kevin was ready with our marching orders; I had been enlisted as the official photographer, and Mark was one of two ushers. The ceremony was full of moments of both happy and wistful tears, but rather than blab about it, I’ll let my photos tell the story.
Congratulations, boys. Love from Matthew and Mark.