La Jolla is what really made me fall in love with San Diego, because if I’m being completely honest, the marina area around our hotel reminded me a lot of Sarasota, just with way better weather. But driving into La Jolla, with the Pacific Ocean as our backdrop, was a completely new experience for me. I’ve never been to the West Coast—the farthest west I’ve been is Denver, actually—and I was determined to dip my toes into the Pacific on this trip. La Jolla—with its stunning (and ice-cold) blue water, sunbathing seals (!!) and sandy cliffs—was the perfect place to do that, and this may sound cheesy, but standing on the beach with rolled-up jeans and my toes in the water was one of those perfect indelible moments for me. I loved it.
Afterward, we drove around the main shopping area, admiring the adorable stores and restaurants and the gorgeous homes snuggled into the sides of the hills. La Jolla sort of brought to life the California I imagined, and if I could make living there a reality, I would do it in about two seconds.
P.S. I am dumb and thought La Jolla was pronounced “La Jall-a.” It is in fact pronounced “La Hoya.” Hooray for factoids! Oh, and that’s my mom and me in the picture above. xoxo