I *heart* California
May 4, 2008
I am on a plane headed home to South Carolina and I cannot wait to hug my babies and kiss my husband. It’s been an incredibly long month and I have perpetually been on the road, but I’ve had a fantastic time and feel as though I’ve moved mountains in terms of what I’ve been able to accomplish on the Bella Luccè front. New catalogues are coming right up, educational teleseminars for wholesale clients are planned, decadent new products await in the wings and we’ve got some exciting new talent in the office. Tomorrow we welcome Jackie to our team as she slides into the driver’s seat while Abby takes leave to be a new mommy. I can’t wait to have her join us…
Mimi and I thoroughly enjoyed San Diego. Though I was tethered to my laptop by day, I did get to lounge on the balcony overlooking the marina as I worked, Dave Matthews cooing in my ears via my iPod and- let me tell you- there are worse ways to tackle your workload. We enjoyed several delicious meals in the Balboa Park area and giggled ourselves silly the way only sisters can. Saturday was our “play day” when we vowed not to attend a single meeting, not to answer a solitary business email, but to conquer the city with a vengeance. And how…
We fueled up on some room service breakfast before heading to La Jolla to join a deep-sea kayaking expedition. That was the best money I have spent in a while- it was surprisingly affordable and scads of fun. Mimi and I ventured out to the La Jolla caves via La Jolla Kayak and spent a relaxing few hours out on the water. I will insert here- much to Mimi’s chagrin- that she was the first kayaker to tip the boat and land in the ocean. She almost took me with her, but I managed to hold steady as the wave hit. We saw seals and pelicans and tons of leopard sharks as they swam right by our boat. I took lots of pictures with a waterproof camera, but it will be a week or so before I can get them developed and I’m crossing my fingers that they turn out well. My forearms ached after hours of paddling and Mimi’s legs were rosy with sunburn, but it was worth every minute.
We were hoping to go hang gliding, though the winds weren’t quite strong enough. We did, however, manage to go paragliding at Torrey Pines Gliderport. Launching was an intense experience…with an instructor and parachute strapped to your back, you run directly towards the edge of a cliff and wait for the wind to lift you as you jump off the edge. Not for the faint of heart, but the 25 minute flight that followed certainly justified that moment of panic. We effortlessly glided up and down the cliffs, over the ocean and past a dizzying number of beautiful Cliffside mansions. It was so perfect and serene up there that you can’t help but be in the most delightful mood. Mimi and I glided at the same time and our instructors kept circling one another so we could snap pics of the other and yell back and forth about the incredible views.
Back on the ground, we ventured out to Barbarella’s which easily wins the award as the cutest restaurant I have ever laid eyes on. The weather was gorgeous and we dined on the patio, surrounded by lush flowers, neighborhood dogs and a roaring outdoor fireplace. The artisan cheese platter was compromised of manchego and brie, toasted French bread, organic honeycomb and almonds and I do believe that I polished it off in record time, as a slightly-aghast Mimi looked on. The Bib & Blue Salad was scrumptious and the Baked Pasta Forno (hold the pancetta) was the perfect ending. We crashed into bed early- totally exhausted, but truly fulfilled. I miss my sister already and can’t wait to see her again soon.
In the meantime, I have voluntarily grounded myself as I am ready to spend some time at home. I’ve posted a sampling of the many paragliding pictures and hope to add the deep-sea kayak shots soon. Enjoy!
Flying high above the cliffs…if you look closely, that’s Mimi’s parachute in the upper-right corner.

Looking back in the other direction, with San Diego in the background.

A modest, quaint home on one of the cliffs overlooking the beach.

Self-portrait at 400 feet- with my instructor, Ki. Damn helmet was too big and kept sliding back, making my chin guard a mouth guard. But you get the idea..

It’s a loooooong way down…

Coming in close as we pass my sister!
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