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So today I’m a tad too winded to post the pictures that I took. I promise that I will go back and add them in. The irony of this statement is that today was free day. What does that mean? It means reading, the World Cup (sorta), sassy breakfast, and falling asleep in the back patio. It also meant going to an antique store to discover and rediscover things like real-wood furniture, old cash registers, and a boar head. Seeing old things remind me and make me ask myself how different life was back when *insert antique here* was created.

Now things change at mostly an instantaneous pace, the patience threshold we once had is shortened. This makes me want to force myself to just stop, take a breath (or 20), embrace, and really think before I let my brain get disrupted by the closest thing to me. We’ll get there when we get there.

I’m by no means good at this patience thing. Being in that transitional generation when the internet was first introduced, I feel like I have understanding between those two worlds (pre- and post-Internet era). At the same time, I’m growing up in this post-Internet era, and it sometimes dominates my once-patience-pre-Internet brain. Why did this blog post end up being about patience and the Internet? Oh yeah, antiques. Antiques and listening to Lord Huron…it makes a girl think deeply.

Happy Summer Solstice and good night.

Camp Damata activity day: beach day!!!!!

thutexas beach

PTH = peak tanning hours.

Survival of the Sickest is what I’m currently reading a la mi hermano. Am I cultured because I used both spanish AND french in that sentence? I’m probably doing it wrong huh? Some of the science goes over my head, but I love it because I’m learning a lot. You guys know I love non-fiction books.

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The infamous Hotel. I hear it’s haunted.

I found my calling.

I found my calling.

Grave-digging, hole-digging, whatever- I found my calling. It’s not advertising or communications (no way), it’s digging. But really, I had too much fun digging a large sand pit. I didn’t do it alone, which makes it even cooler and more camp-like.

There's gold in the sand. Wut.

There’s gold in the sand. WHAT. Yeah.

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Fish tacos at Miguel’s. Oh, and a margarita.

I really enjoyed Miguel’s! It kind of reminds me of Chuy’s, but I’m not in Texas so it’s not Tex-Mex. Tex-Mex is just different (and amazing). They did, however, have queso, which was a pleasant surprise. The fish tacos were grrrreat!
Imagine being 25 minutes away from this. It kind of makes me sun-exhausted thinking about it…but it’s because I’m actually sun exhausted. Y’all, this is the best camp ever. Camp Damata rules so hard.

Today in the Camp Damata agenda: Adventure Time.

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Bacon Breakfast Burrito from Taco Rey, YUM.

balboa park

Balboa Park. Yeah. That’s real.

MOPA thuexas

Ansel Adams is pretty cool

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Drink Cold Brew at Coffee & Tea Collective

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Swami Cafe’s Acai Bowl (to-go) in La Mesa. Nix the bee pollen- it’s too green.

I turned into the girl that takes selfies in front of public parks. Yeah, sometimes I’m too scared to ask other people to take a photo of me…but I know I’ll get over it because I’ve got a long way to go on this trip. I’m also that girl who takes voluntarily takes surveys in a park to help a research assistant. I’ve been in his shoes, it’s not fun. You have to help out people, you know?

Okay. I’m trying to make this brief, but I may or may not go back and add in the details. I get it now, travel bloggers. I get it when people travel and say they don’t have time to blog. Sometimes I feel like blogging gets in the way just like how I feel that taking photos can get in the way.

And here’s something: I miss Texas. No, I actually just miss Austin. A lot. Like more than I thought I ever would. A lot of the things I see around here are very different from Texas, even down to the trees (I’ll have to include a picture of those “bizarre-looking” trees later). I love being here, I love San Diego, but I know it- I love Austin, Texas. Or maybe I’m just scared and wanting the comfortable and familiar (San Diego also has a lot of highways). Why am I having these deep thoughts at 11PM? Oh yeah, that’s just me on the reg. Until tomorrow, I leave you with this: we talked a lot about barf today.*

*Because I feel like I have to leave this post on a light note.
Not pictured: Sushi dinner, post-card writing, couch-lounging, and girl talk.