when paradise isn't quite so

I'm finally in San Diego!

And while I am thrilled to be away from home (Sorry, Amara. I miss you. But I'm kinda enjoying the child-free time.), I'm dying here!

Why, you ask?

Because of this

and this

and this

They call this place Paradise Point.

And trust me, it's beautiful.

The grounds are gorgeous. Hotel rooms are a bit older. Could use some updates and upgrades. And the food is delish.

But apparently my allergies have decided that the native plants are a bit too much. My eyes sting. My sinuses are in an uproar. Something's swishing in my right ear. And my arms broke out in hives.


Guess paradise life just isn't for me.


  1. Oh, I'm sorry you aren't having the good time you imagined. Perhaps a massage is in order? :)


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