Hmmm... what to do on a Wednesday evening when the high is 79 degrees and I can get off work a little early. Happy hour, patio seating on the thirteenth floor of a building near downtown. Two hours of conversation and changing colors on the buildings and in the sky. Watching the planes fly in, and wondering about all of the different places people might be coming from. Usually whenever I see a plane, I imagine myself on it, flying off to have an adventure in some foreign land. But on this day, in this moment, I was happy to be enjoying this city I call home with the one I love.
I loved how the city became progressively darker and then lit up again while the sky set ablaze.
We are on the hunt for all of the spots that offer the best views of San Diego, and this is one of our favorites that we always go back to. I'm sure you can see why.