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I’m almost ashamed to confess this, but here it is: My husband and I were typical tourists in San Diego. It’s true. We did nothing grand or novel. Instead, we shot pictures of beautiful sunsets, paid a visit to the zoo, and took over 200 photos of Shamu at SeaWorld. At night, we strolled along Pacific Beach’s trendy (and sometimes bizarre) boardwalk, savoring seafood dishes at several five-star restaurants. Finally, we bought lots of clothes that had “San Diego” or “Pacific Beach” written across them –– a sure sign of a tourist if there ever was one. I did, however, discover one new thing: the joy of a Bloody Mary. This became the “signature drink” of our seven-day stay. The San Diego Zoo was a disappointment. It was crowded, there was a 90-minute wait to get on the double-decker tour buses, and most of the animals were either sleeping, bored with the gawking humans, or nowhere to be seen. There were some notable exceptions. The primates were...
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