Our First Visitor

No one could have predicted it, but our very first visitor came in the form of none other than Alma's brother Roy, and with him he brought the weather.

The first couple of days were miserable, and not just because of Roy.  We're talking freezing, damp and other - not really all that synonymous with San Diego weather related adjectives.  We EVEN had to light the fire - though to be fair we're talking American style meaning at the flick of a simple switch.

Luckily we had a couple of half decent days (again nothing to do with Roy) where we managed a trip to the Coronado Hotel (famous for a feature in the film "Some Like it Hot" and other "not really all that important to a mainstream Hollywood fan" films).  As it just so happened on the same day at the same location, the America's Cup was in the bay (yeah we knew that before heading that way - no honest). 

 (Nothing would satisfy Alma but to have her picture taken beside yet another Christmas tree in the hotel)

We also fitted in a trip to the Solana beach ...

... and just yesterday the big fisherman took me fishing on Lake Poway.  We're talking a definite cert here.  The lake was just after being stocked with hook loads (excuse the pun) of Trout, so off we headed to Walmart to get the cheapest possible fishing rods (remember: hook loads of fish => no expensive equipment / skill required) while doing our best to avoid the weirdos.  The latter however failed.  With wall to wall fishing rods, picking the "one" that best suited us turned out to be a bit more challenging that we had anticipated.  Luckily help was at hand in the for of "Jeff" at the bait counter.  Unfortunately Jeff wasn't a fishing rod expert.  In fact Jeff sounded like he was from way down south (no deeper than that) which really begged the question, "If Jeff is not the fishing rod expert, does that mean he looks after the guns?".  Anyways, we quickly moved on to his best bud; got outta there and headed to the lake.

Filled with anticipation we hit the lake.  I caught loads of fish (see example below of me reeling in a big one).

Roy on the other hand had to occupy himself in other ways (see example below).

Ah in fairness, neither of the two of us even got a sniff of a bite - though we did see plenty of fish swimming past our boat in a rather "in your face" manner.  I had some excuse being a nerd, but as for the other fella who's lived off the land (and water) all his life ... well let's just say one of us was a little disillusioned.