ice cream on the island

On Friday my mom, my youngest daughter, my grandson and I, made the two hour drive down to San Diego to visit my oldest daughter and her little family.  The skies were gloomy and threatening when we headed out the door to pick up my mom and we even considered rescheduling, but knowing how hard it was to arrange this visit (trying to figure days off and spring breaks and such) we decided we would adjust our outing to the weather when we got there.

I am so glad we went.  The cloudy skies gave way to a picture perfect weather day.

One of my favorite places to go in San Diego is Coronado Island.  It is only a short drive over the bridge but it feels like a far away vacation destination.  I could spend the entire day driving around looking at the adorable cottages and gardens that line the neighborhoods but with little ones in tow I settled for a few wrong turns and some quick phone pictures out the car window.

 

We had a fun picnic at the park and the grand kids got to explore the rocky shoreline.  We found some sort of animal paw print in the wet sand and imagined it to be a wolf on the prowl.  The kids had fun following the tracks, as they hunted down the wild animal.

Our next stop was the famous Hotel Del Coronado.  My daughter told the kids the story of the haunting of the hotel by a young woman who went in and never came out.  Needless to say, it was the topic of conversation for quite some time.  Plus, we had a couple of spectacular fly overs by jets in formation which thrilled my grandson to no end.

We finished the day with delicious ice cream cones that were devoured with much enthusiasm, which is just as ice cream should be eaten. 

We joked when we retrieved the car from the parking lot that our little stop for ice cream cost $50.00!  Our tiny single scoop cones where $35.00 for the six of us (thanks again, mom) and the parking was another $15.00.   A little too rich for my everyday blood but definitely the cherry on the top of a heartwarming day.

So what about you?  Any wolf hunting or jet watching or ice cream eating time in your weekend?

xo, Patty