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Wednesday morning, after the pee had long dried from my foot, we packed up and moved on from Shasta, CA to a suburb south of Portland, OR known as Newberg where my friend C calls home. It sure was nice, after all that driving, to finally chill out and rest.
Downtown Portland is probably one of the prettiest cities I have ever visited. There are several bridges that connect the opposite sides of the city over a river. Thursday, we spent some time touring the Nike campus in Beaverton ('cuz it's awesome and like Disneyland for athletes!), which is not far from Portland. At night, we joined some friends in Portland at The Horse Brass, an English pub, for fish and chips...and beeeah. The couple we met at The Horse Brass were so friendly and thought that C and I were hilarious. It must have been the 14-year-old thing that we were re-living all week long. We were instructed by the woman to stop being funny because her cheeks hurt from laughing. To her dismay we had to tell her it just comes naturally and that she'd just have to suffer through the chuckles. They were pretty funny too, though. Once we discovered our Hawaii connection (the female was a Hawaiian transplant to Oregon), J's husband put us through some pretty gnarly Pidgin impressions making fun of his wife's native speech. All he had to say was, "Oh...ho! Dat spam's da kine, brah," and it was pretty much all over from there.
Briefly, I would like to discuss Seattle. My favorite place that we visited on the trip was this beautiful city overlooking Puget Sound. The attitude was fresh and alternative. Many of the I saw Seattelites were artistic, edgy, and stood against conformity in dress and airs. I can see myself living there, and the eye candy of emo-punker boys would keep me from starving for a lifetime. Tacoma, on the way to Seattle, also represented this fresh vibe as was displayed in the Glass Museum. The team of glass blowers in the Hot Spot studio were about 10 20-something delicious-looking men. Let me repeat, 10 delicious, young, tattoed, pierced men blowing glass -artistic, beautiful glass. I almost fainted in my seat.
Back to Seattle: Pike Plaza Marketplace is the most colorful place I've visited since Barcelona. On a Saturday morning, the bustling marketplace danced full of hot men throwing fish, gorgeously vibrant fruits and flowers, artisans and craftsmen, singing mariachis, and folksy bands in front of the original Starbucks. Topped off by a visit to the top of the Space Needle for some views this newfound lovely city, and I was ready to start packing my bags.
Pictures speak louder than words, so please enjoy the views which truly speak for themselves.
Wednesday morning, after the pee had long dried from my foot, we packed up and moved on from Shasta, CA to a suburb south of Portland, OR known as Newberg where my friend C calls home. It sure was nice, after all that driving, to finally chill out and rest.
Downtown Portland is probably one of the prettiest cities I have ever visited. There are several bridges that connect the opposite sides of the city over a river. Thursday, we spent some time touring the Nike campus in Beaverton ('cuz it's awesome and like Disneyland for athletes!), which is not far from Portland. At night, we joined some friends in Portland at The Horse Brass, an English pub, for fish and chips...and beeeah. The couple we met at The Horse Brass were so friendly and thought that C and I were hilarious. It must have been the 14-year-old thing that we were re-living all week long. We were instructed by the woman to stop being funny because her cheeks hurt from laughing. To her dismay we had to tell her it just comes naturally and that she'd just have to suffer through the chuckles. They were pretty funny too, though. Once we discovered our Hawaii connection (the female was a Hawaiian transplant to Oregon), J's husband put us through some pretty gnarly Pidgin impressions making fun of his wife's native speech. All he had to say was, "Oh...ho! Dat spam's da kine, brah," and it was pretty much all over from there.
Briefly, I would like to discuss Seattle. My favorite place that we visited on the trip was this beautiful city overlooking Puget Sound. The attitude was fresh and alternative. Many of the I saw Seattelites were artistic, edgy, and stood against conformity in dress and airs. I can see myself living there, and the eye candy of emo-punker boys would keep me from starving for a lifetime. Tacoma, on the way to Seattle, also represented this fresh vibe as was displayed in the Glass Museum. The team of glass blowers in the Hot Spot studio were about 10 20-something delicious-looking men. Let me repeat, 10 delicious, young, tattoed, pierced men blowing glass -artistic, beautiful glass. I almost fainted in my seat.
Back to Seattle: Pike Plaza Marketplace is the most colorful place I've visited since Barcelona. On a Saturday morning, the bustling marketplace danced full of hot men throwing fish, gorgeously vibrant fruits and flowers, artisans and craftsmen, singing mariachis, and folksy bands in front of the original Starbucks. Topped off by a visit to the top of the Space Needle for some views this newfound lovely city, and I was ready to start packing my bags.
Pictures speak louder than words, so please enjoy the views which truly speak for themselves.
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Man, you are an AWESOME photographer! I've been to to Portland once and freaking loved it! And a friend of mine from SD is doing his law degree up there and couldn't be happier. But I've always wanted to go to Seattle. One day...
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