Glenn went off to catch the trolley while I walked over to the park next to the aircraft carrier. We would meet there where the trolley has stopped before, when we had taken the whole tour on Tuesday. That was the plan anyway.
But as I searched around the buildings, I couldn't find a shopping mall. There was only a restaurant. I was getting a sinking feeling that I was in the wrong place. This was confirmed when the trolley bumped along down the street right past the park.
This was bad. Glenn and I were in San Diego. Neither of us had a cell phone - we had no way to contact one another. He was going to the shopping mall and I wasn't even sure where it was. I didn't even know its name. I did know that it was by the water though so I started walking on a path by the shore. Ahead were a number of buildings that could be a shopping centre. As I got near, I saw a trolley pull into the driveway. Eureka! But I was at the other end of the sprawling complex (Seaport Village) and had to cross a large parking lot. I didn't mention that my innards were acting up on this day, so this was no time to risk running. The trolley drove back out of the driveway.
At least I was at the right place but when I eventually got to the end where the trolley stopped, Glenn was nowhere to be found. Oh no. He may have started walking back to the park where he knew I was, but, with so many buildings and paths on the grounds, there would be no way to tell which route he might take. I hoped that he hadn't taken the trolley over to Coronado... or taken a cab back to the hotel. I was envisioning our day in ruins - the whole day spent trying to find one another.
Near the trolley stop was a ticket booth. I asked the man there if he'd perhaps seen my husband, thinking that Glenn might have checked in to see if I had asked about him. "Lady," he said with a droll tone, "Husbands are looking for their wives here all the time."
I stewed for a few minutes trying to figure out what to do. Now here's the amazing part. I turned around and saw Glenn getting off a trolley! It turned out that he'd missed the first one. He was annoyed that he'd missed it but it was sure lucky that he did. I love it when things work out like that.
I didn't take many photos. We visited a book store here, then caught the trolley to Coronado.
