If in your travels here and there, you find yourself in San Diego in Spring, Summer, or Autumn- on my recommendation, please take a jaunt down the quaint streets of Carlsbad Village.
I've been crashing in Carlsbad lately, though I'm still keeping my residence in Escondido, and I've been so delighted to see the beauty and tranquility that resides here. Sure, PCH and Carlsbad Village Dr may be a bustling intersection at any time of day, but head one block north and east (that'd be away from the beach) and you'll find yourself in sparse company.
Just tonight I had the pleasure of driving home north on PCH into the village (where I saw a co-worker out on a stroll, probably on their way to Coyote's). After leaving the dense crowd of pedestrians in my rear-view, I made a right onto Grand, and lo and behold, it was just me :-). I proceeded east on Grand and as I was driving, relished in the peaceful moment.
I haven't been around too much, and only one other community has this ambiance, this air about itself that reminds you that life is to be savored and enjoyed. I'm speaking of Palo Alto in Northern California. Every street was lined with trees, and all the houses were originals- structures of creativity and craftsmanship. I felt like this town had a depth and a history that seems to be lacking most everywhere else. That's how I'm now beginning to feel about Carlsbad.
I find comfort in pulling up to an intersection and seeing, while I'm waiting for the light to change in my favor, not a street corner with the square edge of building b, and it's neighboring and abutting buildings a & c, but a corner with a grassy yard, or a large garden with a path to the front door of a community shop, or the ubiquitous tall, shady eucalyptus tree.
And so, dear reader, take some time, and leisurely explore this lovely little town.
Good night,
Zach
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