San Diego

We are flying to San Diego, a town (okay, a city) with almost a lifetime of personal history for me. My cousin is getting married and it's been far too long since the Js hung out with the Valli side of the family.

San Diego © Julie D’Uva of Seven Dollar Pants

I don't talk about San Diego all that often, my memories of it are so mixed up. I graduated after an arduous 10 years in various places from the University of San Diego. I buried my dear friend and college roommate Corey there when Jaden was less than two years old. Of course, my father, grandfather and grandmother are all buried there also. The Vallis migrated from Queens to San Diego in domino fashion after my dad in the early 1970s. I have friends still there and lots of family. I took my first solo (as a mom) road trip there two summers ago. I also had an amazing life-changing experience on my way there that I shared in this post called Fate.

So, here we go for a wee morning flight and home in the wee night hours on Sunday. I'll be back sometime next week with glorious family wedding photos. Since I'm not the official photographer, it's all for fun! Have a wonderful weekend!