By the 4th of July, our entire group had arrived in San Diego. Mary and Anna finished their brief trip to Mexico and joined us on Coronado just in time to help America celebrate its birthday!
To be completely honest, I’ve always had less than enjoyable July 4th experiences. Somehow sitting outside in muggy midwestern summer weather, being eaten alive by bugs, fighting traffic to see fireworks has never quite done it for me. Lucky for me, Coronado and San Diego know how to do it right and I happily changed my tune on the holiday.
We started our morning bright and early, getting all decked out in our patriotic red, white, and blue. Outside our bedroom door the boutique was bustling and crammed from wall to wall with tourists and locals trying to get their hands on some last minute stars and stripes to complete their outfits.
The girls and I set off to find a quick breakfast and ended up at Rhinoceros Cafe & Grill. It’s a super random restaurant with the strangest accumulation of rhinoceros decorations, but the food, specifically the humongous Chilaquiles, was phenomenal! We quickly scarfed down our food and coffee so we could make it back to our perfect parade watching location.
The streets were shut down for the impressively long parade. Everything from local high school teams to survivors of Pearl Harbor made an appearance in the parade, and the American spirit of pride was undeniable. I found myself thoroughly enjoying everything about this 4th of July and the morning had only just begun.
With the sun out in full force we couldn’t resist the temptation of the gorgeous Coronado beach. The water was chilly as ever, but it was irresistible. Kaitlyn, Haley and I played in the waves for a couple of hours, while Mary and Anna worked on their tans on the beach.
We lazily made our way back from the beach, freshened up, and headed off to the firework show. Seeing as none of us are Coronado natives, we took the advice of some friends and went to the island’s golf course to watch the show set off from the mainland.
The golf course ended up being a great location because we had the main show, the city of San Diego’s fireworks, in front of us and behind us we had the Hotel Del’s show. The crisp California air, beautiful sparkling fireworks, and glittering San Diego skyline were the epitome of perfection.
The love I’ve felt for the city for so long, was so alive in me that night. It felt like I’d never left at all. We took a long route home, right past the Hotel Del and all through the midst of all the crowds, where the excitement of a holiday was so contagious. My opinion of the 4th of July was undoubtedly changed. Happy Birthday America!