Tyler named our navigation thingy Gwyneth, which fits nicely. She tells us where to go so that we don't get lost, but sometimes she is impaired. Ty thinks it's pills, I think she's clearly an alcoholic. At any rate, we generally get where we are aiming to go one way or another, and Gwynie is a great help (thanks, Dad). Today, however, we decided to go check out Balboa Park, which is the huge park in the middle of San Diego. The only bigger city park in the United States is Central Park in Manhattan. It's a stunning place as it turns out...but we'll get to that in a minute. I typed in the Visitors' Center to get us there from home, and Gwyneth drove us straight into gay Pridefest as a sort of "I'll show you who's in charge here." A funny experience for the most part, although parking was a pain in the butt.
It was a beautiful place. There are several museums and gardens and amphitheaters throughout, as well as numerous trails for hiking and running. I definitely want to go back soon and check out the body worlds exhibit which I missed in Denver. We couldn't go in anywhere cool though because I made the large mistake of thinking my dog would enjoy going to a park. However, it caused the first full-blown freakout in San Diego. Mae was shaking and panting at about 100 times a minute, causing all the people around us to think that she was hypoglycemic, or just ran a marathon without access to water for 5 days prior. Little psycho dog---scared of skateboards and many other things unseen. No more Balboa Park for Maenerd.
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