It isn't funny to be homeless, but some of the homeless people we walked by made us laugh. Only because they would laugh randomly. Also, a little scary.
I was still recovering, so I was absolutely exhausted before we even got to San Diego that morning. By the time we got back to the hotel, I crashed and didn't even notice the train going by our hotel window every 8 minutes throughout the night. Elliot had a different experience. Now we know why the nightstand had complimentary earplugs.
So get this. I don't think we've ever spent this much money on one birthday, but we did save money because we got our airline tickets really cheap AND we used mass transit or our own two feet the entire time. We took the light rail to the airport in Phoenix, walked from the San Diego airport to downtown San Diego and all over the Midway (though I almost asked for a wheelchair around 3 o'clock), walked to Crotches, walked back to the hotel, walked to our meals, walked around downtown again, walked back to the airport (just over 2 miles), took the light rail back which is less than a mile away from our house, and just as we started crossing the street to walk the rest of the way home, Grandma flagged us down as she was returning our Stella and made us get in the car. Well, we almost made it the whole time.
I know Elliot loved the trip because it was all about everything he loves . . . including me! It's fun to see him admire all of the airplanes and aircraft carriers and helicopters and everything that has to do with WWII or any other battle or war. Seriously, he could be making all that stuff up, but I don't think he is because A) you can't make that stuff up as quickly as he was throwing that information at me, B) I know as a child he preferred reading about planes to playing outside, and C) he's the smartest man alive.
I loved learning about the planes and all, but . . .





