A slice of life or a slice of heaven…..
Partway through our 18 months in Valencia (our second stint there), we spent a few months living in San Diego. Rules of the Cup stated that parts of the boats needed to be made in a Team’s home country – thus half of BMW Oracle resided in Valencia & half in the States.
Kevin commuted when possible but for one of his longer stints there, Ethan & I joined him…. & I found every moment to be luxurious after the toil Spain had become over time.
For the few months there, San Diego offered me respite. While there is much about Valencia I now remember with longing; at the time, I found myself often surrounded by barriers.
Once in San Diego, I suddenly had the luxury of speaking English (I would converse for hours with shop assistants – about nothing in particular, but just because I could – they probably swapped shifts come to think about it once they got used to my routine & would see my coming). I could take Ethan to story time at the library, swimming lessons, & to playgrounds which had more than one slide & a rope climbing frame (Valencia it turns out is not that child friendly).
Life in San Diego was so much more what I had envisioned it would be as a parent…. & it was all so easy suddenly. I could even tell the doctor what was wrong with Ethan if he was sick. Imagine it!
Admittedly, we lived a total farce of a life for a few months – & by that I mean we stayed a block back from the beach on Coronado… one of the most spectacular beaches I’ve enjoyed, in one of the most highly sought after areas real-estate wise. (Please note, this was not a lifestyle we would ever normally have within reach….. but I managed to cope with that quite nicely all the same.)
The historical Coronado Hotel was down the road & sitting out on its balcony, in Cape Cod style chairs, wine in hand, I could close my eyes & almost reach out to touch the 1920’s glamour queens returning from a game of lawn tennis for a G’nT at the club.
Just divine…. & I would happily return there should the opportunity arise. In fact, I had a great time imagining permanent residency (in one of those ten million dollar beach front homes of course).
San Diego was a refreshing change of pace from Europe & certainly gave me taste for life in the States – when San Francisco came on the cards for the 34th America’s Cup in 2011, you can guess who was jumping about shouting “me, me, I’ll go”….