I finally figured out the translation for Chula Vista, in English it means velcro. It must be a sticky place because we cant seem to get away from it, but tomorrow is different, we will escape the surly bonds of Chula Vista and once again head north. Why? Well first the Roadshow seems to be stuck. We have training to do in northern California and I am afraid they will give up on me if I don't start rolling again. Second, I need to earn a living and it isn't happening in Chula Vista, Little Italy or La Jolla Cove. We spent the last two days doing well...not much except gorging on some awesome Italian food in San Diego's Little Italy and exploring the clear, icy waters of La Jolla Cove. This little swimming hole is a far cry from the dirty (oh and now oily) beaches of the Texas Gulf Coast, with beautiful cliffs, crystal clear water and some of the best snorkeling in the state. This tide pool is bursting with marine life and I suspect humans when the weather is a bit warmer.
The goal tomorrow is to pack, try and avoid the temptation to sit down in my new outdoor anti-gravity chairs, and try and make it to the LA area. After we spend the night the next day we will likely try and stay in the Sequoia National Forest area and partake in the beautiful trees before the next stop in the Bay Area for a meeting and some consulting on the Roadshow.
Before anyone points it out, yes I know today's post was weak on content but before I have any more material I gotta get out of Chula Vista!
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