Lost On Vacation San Diego Part Two < Top-Rated ◆ >

We stumbled into a 24-hour taco shop in . The name of the place is irrelevant—every taco shop in San Diego is either named after a family member or a Spanish saint. The man behind the counter, who introduced himself only as “Mike,” sized us up.

We were lost, yes. But we weren’t alone. A coyote watched us from the ridge. It didn't move. It just stared, as if to say, “You don’t belong here, but I’ll allow it for now.” lost on vacation san diego part two

It’s the only way to get found.

Famous last words.

We waited another forty minutes. When we finally reached the Navy Pier, the ship was closed. The gangplank was up. A sailor in dress whites waved at us from the deck. We waved back, defeated. We stumbled into a 24-hour taco shop in