My husband has taken the week off work, so we’re having an RV staycation. He really needed this break to stay sane and avoid the high school-level drama at work.
Today, we decided to enjoy a nice sunny day. Since Coronado has just reopened the beaches, we took advantage of that. You can walk, run, and cycle around, but sitting and having a picnic on the beach is still not allowed.
We grabbed some double-double burgers from In-N-Out and ate them in a park in old town. Since we rarely eat out or do much, it felt like a special day.
Despite indulging in the food, we made up for it in the afternoon with a 9-mile loop around Coronado Island—he ran while I cycled. The place is stunning with magnificent houses, and everyone seems to take great care of their yards. It was fun cycling around, commenting on the local real estate, and imagining what it would be like if we had a couple of million dollars to afford a place there.
I’m really looking forward to a peaceful week at home without any of the work drama. I wish we could’ve saved these days off for after the crisis to visit his family in Florida, mine in France, or spend time in Guatemala. But the folks at work decided that working shifts, like a week on and a week off, was too much like giving people time off. So, someone higher up decided that if they had to sit at their desk, everyone else should too.
So here we are, taking days off for our sanity, and we’ll figure out visiting friends and family later. I thought about spending a night in the desert, but we can’t move the RV because the campground wouldn’t let us back in. So, it would just be with the truck, sleeping in the back or pitching a tent. Since we’re already paying $40 a night for a nice campground on the beach, it feels a bit strange to leave.
Plus, we’d be going to places where we don’t know the local rules. For example, while Coronado has reopened its beach, National City next door requires masks for everyone, even on the streets, not just in stores.