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My First Covid Era Trip (Coronado – Part 2) –  June 11-13, 2022

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I went for parties – a family celebration in La Jolla and a wedding at the famous Hotel Del Coronado – and should have stayed for the weather.

After over two years of hiding in my condo, I apparently had a lot of social energy pent up. I actually enjoyed speaking with strangers. Normally, as many of you know, I don’t even talk to friends.

After arriving, but before mingling, however, as per the request of the bride and groom to their guests, I administered a test to myself, and, after seeing negative results, can, with some degree of confidence, state that I either did not have Covid or wasn’t pregnant, depending on which kit I happened to grab off the drug store shelf.

Besides my interactions with other humans, the biggest highlights of the weekend for me were the clip show at my cousin’s 50th wedding anniversary party (and not just because she reads this blog), and the lion dance at the wedding.

I have a good video of the dance, but didn’t attach it here as I’m saving it for the Netflix documentary, hopefully to be directed by Peter Jackson, if he’ll only respond to my messages.

Now I’m home, waiting to see whether the woman coughing two seats away from me on the flight back has given me monkey pox.

My First Covid Era Trip (Coronado – Part 1) – June 10, 2022

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Last time I headed west it was by covered wagon. The only masks were worn by the guys who stole our chickens.

This time I traveled by plane. A few of us wore masks, but the only chicken was cut up and mixed in with pasta and a nice sauce.

To get to and from the places where they store the planes, airports I think, I leapt into the 21st century by opening Lyft and Curb accounts. But I still haven’t seen Gone with the Wind, having skipped right over the 20th century.

My destination was Coronado, whose visitor website says it’s an island, despite the fact that it’s connected to San Diego County by the Silver Strand, which may or may not be the home of the Silver Surfer, but is the home of the Naval Amphibious Base Coronado, which, I can tell you now from personal appearance, doesn’t really appreciate strangers standing by the gate peering in. But no arrests were made.