Guest Since 1965
I was 8 years old when my mom and dad said they had a big surprise for my sister and me. They piled us and the token neighbor friend in the old Ford stationwagon and off we went from our home in Mission Hills to Vacation Village. The new Vacation Village was the buzz in San Diego with the most fanciful tropical grounds, pools, and the most elaborate wrought iron creations one could ever imagine. I remember well my family touring repeatedly with each out of town visitor, some from as far away as New Zealand.
Many of my childhood friends had families that spent a summer week or long weekend in a bungalow on the bay. Years later I fulfilled my childhood wish over and over by bringing my own family down from Del Mar for stays in one of those same bayside bungalows. Wonderful memories were made with my own family at Paradise Point.
I still return frequently from out of state to renew those warm memories we enjoyed as a family. What a special place.