One last, wonderful lunch at Casa Guadalajara in Old Town.

This is a tradition. We always come here when we visit San Diego. There's this great little cluster of shops called Bazaar Del Mundo (just across the street from Old Town proper) where I always find things I'd never find anywhere else in the world.

Casa Guadalajara is supposedly the oldest restaurant in San Diego, and it's always packed. Even on a Monday. Bao likes lying on the tiles in the cool, shaded patio and watching the birds playing in the fountain. I like the Margaritas -- the Medium (I've never been game to tackle the Large) comes in a glass big enough to allow a hamster to swim laps. We had the special, which was chicken avocado enchiladas. Bao ate the chicken, and I ate everything else. Then we went back to the hotel and took a nap. I never used to take naps. I guess I'm getting old. We're both getting old.

But as my aunt used to say, the alternative to getting old is unacceptable.