The day we planned on going to Balboa Park, it was relatively gross weather. This is San Diego we're talking about, so when I say relatively gross, what I mean is 63 degrees, foggy, and windy :) But still. We almost canceled, but the sun came out and the fog cleared up at the last second. So, camera in tow, we went. I guess I expected Balboa Park to be crowded and full of people trying to sell you stuff. Mais non! It was practically empty, not a vendor in sight, and so so beautiful. We loved the Spanish-American architecture, the hidden hedge garden we found, and the a cappella quartet practicing Latin hymns in one of the church courtyards.
How out of control is Sam's beard in this picture?? It was like that all week, and I loved it. (Don't worry, dad, he trimmed it down to non-mountain man status for church and work this week.)
We strolled for quite some time through the park, enjoying the peace and the last warm sunshine of the afternoon. All I'm sayin' is that one day, when we design our mansions in heaven and such (ha), we know exactly the feel we're going for :)