It never rains but it pours

We are back in San Diego. Bill said as we drove into the RV park, "Won't it be nice to be back in our own bed??" It was a real chore having to sleep on a king-sized bed and use a real bathtub for two nights. So we're back "home" for a night or two. Then we hitch it up and start our trek to Victoria.
We made the right choice going to Palm Springs when we did. The rain arrived late yesterday afternoon and from what we could see on out return, there had been downpours in the mountains and here in San Diego. There are huge pools of water sitting on the ground and collecting in the drains along the roads. We hear that San Francisco got more rain on Tuesday than in all of 2013! We kept thinking about the fellow we met in Silverwood Conservation Centre who has been trying to hand water the Coast Live Oaks. He must have been dancing in the woods yesterday! We don't know how much San Diego got and what kind of difference it will make but it must help.
So life took on a normal feel when we got back - grocery shopping, picked up a movie, got some quarters for laundry and bought a phone card. I needed to phone Canada and we were running out of minutes. Bill did all the work setting it up and was dialling the number for me but in desperation handed the phone over and said "I think I just phoned Italy!"
I listened to the long message about how many minutes we have left and then a very quiet voice said The number you have called is busy. I said to Bill. "Yup I get it: busy - Italy. Italy-busy. They do sound alike. "
We need a vacation!

Our return drive. We are high up in San Bernardino Mtns. What looks like water is cloud and fog. We drove through it  and came out to see bright green forests all washed clean from the rain. The colours were all intense and fresh.