Getting there and back is going to be a tidbit insane, and by a tidbit, I mean, I don't think three related people heading to the same destination have ever had more ridiculous travel plans. First off, we are all flying into San Diego then crossing the border, but that is totally normal compared to the rest of our plans.
- My dad is leaving Boston at 5:30am on October 11th. I'm not going with him. I'm leaving Boston at 5:30am on October 12th.
- I get to have a nice layover in Philly and should arrive in CA at exactly 10:16am local time.
- Whitney is leaving from Charlotte, NC on October 12th as well, flying to Houston and she should finally arrive in San Diego at 10:27am local time.
- And then we have to come home -- once again, you would assume that since my dad and I are both coming back to Boston that we'd fly together this time. Your assumption is wrong, since my dad is leaving on October 17th and I'll be leaving on the 18th.
- Whitney is also leaving on the 18th, but she'll be flying back to school obviously. All of this seems fine and dandy, except that my direct flight home leaves at 9:15 am and hers doesn't leave until 1:11pm. Although slightly inconvenient, I do not believe this will be an issue for Whitney, who will simply search the airport for a Pinkberry -- she even has written a song for such occasions (it goes like this: "I really, really, really want Pinkberry." She's such a songbird! I don't know how she does it).
Also, yes, you read that correctly, I have a direct flight back to Boston, which makes me the defacto winner of these shenanigans, except for the fact that I still hate planes.
So, now I need to go figure out what one does at Rosarito Beach. I have a feeling that it is simply sit in the sun (or for me it might be sit in the sun, then go to hotel room so you can blog about sitting in the sun) and I think I am qualified to do that.
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