Sunday, May 29, 2016 San Diego

My NewWoke up: Chula Vista, California, USA

Went to sleep: Chula Vista, California, USA

San Diego

I touched down in one of the most dangerous airports in the United States on Wednesday. The flight path into San Diego International requires the pilot to navigate just inches above the downtown skyscrapers. It’s a harrowing experience watching people through their apartment windows doing their dishes.

On a mild spring afternoon, a gracious Moroccan cab driver took me first to US Bank where I deposited $2,000 I had scotch taped inside my underwear then on to Chula Vista Marina. Along with a hefty tip, I gave Hussein valuable career advice. Offered by someone who has tried it all.

I’ve been in California just three days and already have myself intricately entangled.

First, I met with the General Manager of the marina and outlined the yoga program, necessary supplies and my salary. Gainful employment – check.

Continuing my Spanish lessons should be no concern. Simply go to Walmart for an hour a day and you’ll be fluent in no time. Even easier, nearly every grounds keeper and maintenance person at the marina speaks Spanish. But, I’m checking into Spanish classes at the community college just to be safe. They say learning a foreign language is one of the best things you can do for an aging brain.

I took the first step toward obtaining my California Teaching Credential. I’m registered to take the California Education Basic Skills Test (CBEST). This will determine if I’m competent at reading, writing and arithmetic – we’ll see.

Finally, I volunteered to work, in lieu of registration, at this year’s Yoga Journal convention to be held here in San Diego.

I think that’s enough for now.

A very sweet woman, Anna, is allowing me to live on her 36-foot power boat -for free- until Peter arrives.  She’s in Wisconsin so I have the boat to myself.


My New Digs

Peter, James and Penelope

Peter, James and Penelope left Cabo San Lucas Friday morning. Last night was their first overnight at sea. I hope and pray they will be safe and as comfortable as possible bashing into 15-  to 20- knot winds out of the northwest for 800 miles. I don’t expect to hear a word for 5-7 days. Like Peter says, “No news is good news.” Please keep them in your thoughts.












About Susan M. Gierga

Everyone already knows everything there is to know about me. I wear my heart on my sleeve. To learn current details. Visit my blog, CruisingwithCaptainPeterandtheAdmiral.
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