I’m here on my sixth day in San Diego, and the weather is exactly the same as it was on the other five days: including the eighties, sunny and slightly humid. I’m told that its always like this, except perhaps, a little less humid.
Its a nice place to vsit, but I wouldn’t want to live here. I’d miss the seasons (yes, even snow). And I’d miss trees. San Diego really doesn’t have enough to make me happy. Palms don’t count.