A Collector's Christmas

My wife Beng and I are in San Diego, California for our first Christmas in the US in 10 years, visiting our daughter Demi and her husband Jerry.

- BUTCH DALISAY

San Diego's one of those perennially pleasant places where the weather seems to be perfect almost all year round. You don't come here for a white Christmas—although there's snow up in the mountains not too far from town. It's still sunny and warm enough in late December for people to be going around in T-shirts and shorts in the daytime, but for us Pinoys who love to freeze, sweaters and jackets are de rigueur.

We've been coming here for 20 years now, and while San Diego is chockfull of attractions—this is, after all, where Comic-Con happens every July (been there, done that twice) and where the waterfront boasts a flotilla of historic ships from a life-size Spanish galleon to the USS Midway—I have to admit that the collector in me loves San Diego for its antique malls, flea markets and thrift shops, of which scores can be found in the city and its suburbs. I've found many a prize piece in these places—such as a working gold-plated 1930s Hamilton "Curvex" watch in a basket marked "Any item $5"—which, for me, beats walking into a boutique and plunking down your credit card to pay full price.

I guess I'm a cheapskate at heart, which is why everywhere Beng and I have gone around the world, flea markets and thrift shops—aside from museums—are at the top of our to-do list. The thrill is even less in the purchase itself than in finding something old, beautiful, potentially valuable—and at a bargain.