Hello from Carlsbad, California, a beautiful town just north of San Diego. I’m here on a freelance job with my friend Mark doing some graphic design, photography and video editing for a medical company’s conference. It’s a good time – there’s a decent amount of work to keep us busy but we still have some free time to get out and enjoy the warmth. Our hotel is on a hill that overlooks a lagoon and the ocean. We’re probably about two miles in from the coast, but I’m hoping to go for a run here in a little bit and make my way down to the beach.
My flight out was interesting after a layover in Detroit, it was a four-hour flight to San Diego. Of course, it was 80 degrees on the plane the entire way, so I ended up nice and sweaty by the time we landed. Extended periods of sitting in a warm environment is just way too conducive for back sweat, and I hate back sweat. It’s quite unstoppable, though. Additionally, I sat next to some interesting people with weird stories that made me uncomfortable. Good times.
Anyway, here’s where we’re staying. It’s so nice to see some green and blue.
And here’s Mark posing with some of the creepy statues that are all around this resort. I keep thinking I’m seeing real people, but then they just end up being statues. Maybe they come alive at night, like that old kids’ show Today’s Special. If that’s the case, I’m staying in my room and locking the door, because I don’t trust those statues.
