That’s what my family did when we first moved down to San Diego and it’s been downhill ever since. Our next destination wasn’t exactly Fairbanks Ranch!

Seriously though, it hasn’t been that bad and I’m *almost* back, now living in your old ‘hood (CV).

That first summer in Del Mar was fantastic though. I was 15; we lived about a block from the beach (on one of the 20 streets, don’t recall exactly). After a tough day at the beach, we snuck into the fair every night and just cruised around. The only sketchy part of the day was making it across the railroad tracks. I also seem to recall eating a lot of pizza.

Anyway, welcome back! and thanks for sharing the tales of your journey with us.