I spent 3 of the longest weeks of my life in Coronado/North Island in 1967 - Coronado wasn’t beautiful for those 3 weeks. What was beautiful were the sandwiches I had in San Diego after they told us our stomachs had shrunk so don’t rush into eating again. I still remember most all of what they taught us but I would go to great lengths to avoid repeating the experience.
what were you doing that you were having so much fun?