Lost On Vacation San Diego Part Two //top\\ File

Will we survive? Will we finally see the sunset at Sunset Cliffs without getting lost? Or will we end up wandering the tunnels under the convention center until the janitor finds us?

She smiled. “You’re not lost. You’re just not where you planned to be. There’s a difference.” lost on vacation san diego part two

By J. Harrison, Editor-at-Large (Recovering Tourist) Will we survive

Within three minutes, the city vanished. The hum of traffic became a muffled whisper. The sky turned the color of a bruised plum. We followed a dry creek bed, convinced we were heading toward a scenic overlook we had seen on Instagram. Instead, we found a rope swing tied to a sycamore tree and a half-burned couch. It was beautiful in the way abandonment always is. She smiled

“The Midway.” “Wrong bus,” he said, and closed the door.

I took a bite. The grease ran down my wrist. The salsa—orange, mysterious, nuclear—burned a hole through my anxiety. For the first time in twelve hours, I knew exactly where I was.

We bought three. Part Two took a sharp turn when we tried to use logic. We decided to navigate by landmarks. “Look for the USS Midway,” my partner said. “It’s an aircraft carrier. You can’t miss it.”