Spanish for "The Jewel," this coastal community is picturesque, and practically perfect in every way -- like a Botox-injecting, Prada-wearing, tennis-playing, prenup-signing, Black Card-toting Mary Poppins (who perhaps has her own Mary Poppins to watch her kids during pilates). Visit this town scattered on cliffs... take a leisurely stroll on the sand... visit the seals... maybe pull out the barb of a stingray? Stingrays, like unbearable rich folk, REALLY like La Jolla.
Home of one of the world's best beaches, and the Hotel del Coronado, which is Spanish for "I'm an f*%&$#^@ beautiful hotel." But then there's the bridge traffic... and, by the way, stop misleadingly calling the peninsula you live on an island, a falsehood you've even annoyingly extended to the high school mascot. Like, "Hey, where are you?" "Coronado." "Why? Are you at a bridal shower?" But, Coronado is like The Great Gatsby manifested itself as a California beach town. Mansion-lined streets, beach cruisers, gazebos in parks, etc. Too bad you can't afford it.