On second thought, I’m not so sure that San Diego is not a “Blood of the Summer” kind of town. There is an endless summer feel to things for sure, but Nathaniel West’s vision of a hollow culture populated by people waiting to die is pretty apparent too. The promenade by the water is as broad and well used as the one in Tel Aviv, but the surrounding buildings are richer. And there are more homeless people.
And more garbage, particularly from the trash cans that have been dumped out. I presume the homeless and hungry do this to try to find some food or some cans to sell. The runners may be military guys, but they are not the lean, aware IDF alumni out for a bit of PT. These guys’ thickness belies a frat party that lasted three years too long or a lot of conferences in places not so hospitable to exercise.
There are some hotties too. Men and women. A fair number of families too. They don’t look lost in particular, so maybe they live here. Maybe even on a boat. Clearly there are people living on boats around here. Few things are what they are cracked up to be, but some things aren’t all that bad. Let’s face it, San Diego is not LA.