Yup, Casa Sevilla it was. My recommendation, make a reservation. Better yet, avoid it because the asshole who runs the place doesn't deserve your money. That poor waitress literally looked scared for her life at the possibility of having to quesiton his orders. It was really creepy.
For the sunset from Loma, it being in the west and all, we were watching over the ocean. But we took the time to check out the view from all angles up there.
I'd considered a meet before we left, but knew we'd probably just be playing things by ear, not really planning anything. We didn't even end up having time to see my best man who lives in Santee, despite our best efforts to do some last minute coordination. Too busy enjoying our time rather than watching a clock. Something I rarely do as I prefer to have a plan and some semblance of a schedule. But being passengers along for the ride was a nice change for once.
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