I have nothing against assimilation. I think being in Rome is as good a time as any to try your best Roman, and this is an attitude I’ve adopted to travel. It’s easy for me as I like to please people and worry that I’ll make a right fool of myself but try as I might, the best laid plans go all kinds of awry.
So it was in Japan when I tried serving Green Tea only to splinter the bamboo stirrer in everyone’s cup; or my embarrassing inability to NOT use the words “lovely”, “bullocks” and “right-o” when speaking to anyone with a British accent. I make attempts, and my trip to sunny San Diego is no exception.
What is inherent to Californians? Those clever celebrity-dense ad campaigns would suggest sun and able-bodied fun. I grew up in the land-locked US. My family didn’t jet-ski or engage in bouts of sand volleyball. We were efficient travelers. We used up all our time riding every ride imaginable in Disney World. The idea of sun-soaked leisure is new to me.