I checked my phone. No Signal.
In Part One of our misadventure, we left off at a confusing crossroads. We had just been ejected from a “secret” speakeasy in the back of a North Park sushi bar (which turned out to be a legitimate dentist’s office after 9 p.m.), our rental Jeep’s GPS had committed digital seppuku, and we were holding a crumpled, coffee-stained map that a homeless philosopher had drawn in crayon. The sun was setting over Balboa Park, and we were, once again, spectacularly lost. lost on vacation san diego part two
Welcome back to Lost on Vacation San Diego Part Two . If you thought getting lost in Little Italy was chaotic, you haven’t seen anything yet. I checked my phone