Day 34 - San Diego, Little Italy

Nestled in the heart of San Diego is an area known as Little Italy. Now, understand I am not a super San Diego authority, but I can read the sign...There, we walked the streets and looked for a place to eat, there were many, and I ecided to get a hair cut. The barber that cut my hair was a sweet little lady who had been cutting hair in that same location for more than twenty five years. She had a lot of really cool things to tell me, unfortunately, her Italian accent was so thick I barely understood any of it. Bottom line, she gave a great haircut for only $10 bucks. What a deal. Three old wrinkly gentlemen sat at a card table outside her shop and smoked cigarettes and swapped stories in Italian while I sat inside getting my hair cut. It was a scene straight out of the God Father. I expected a drive by any minute. It never happened. Tomorrow it is time to head north, and I'm ready.