My Personal Junior Trip

Today I traveled without a map, trusting my parents' natural and almost scary ability to read road signs with deadly accuracy. We made it safely, journeying from the desert city of El Paso, across desert terrain, over mountains, and safely to the coastal city of San Diego, where I sit now in a dark american-styled kitchen at a who-knows-what-kind of wooden table, with sand between my toes, feeling as content as a boy can be.
Today was the first day i had ever experienced the luxurious taste of fish tacos. There's a cute little restaurant here named Rubio's, and I must say- if ever you find yourself in San Diego, craving something packed with delicious flavor (or flavour, for you English), look as hard as you have to to find that little place. It's so worth it. I felt right at home there, seeming as most of the customers there spoke fluent spanish, or english with bad mexican accents. If you can, go on Tuesday- Fish Taco Tuesday! 1.50 per taco. Yesh...
I'm here with my parents. It's quite the blast. i consider this my personal Junior trip. This is the same place the Seniors went last week for their senior trip, and seeing as i'm at the same place, yet not a senior, but an insignificant junior, well yeah. you get the point.
What else, what else?
I drove three hours of the way here- with MUSIC. Yes...music. I decided today that Sigur Ros and Mew are my highway driving music, at least for now.

This was the first time I got to see the Pacific in America. It's beautiful- just peaceful and grey and moving, like a sleepy elephant- No. like many sleepy elephants.