Time flies, but people ride trains. And trains we have ridden. From L.A. to Portland, Portland to Seattle, and Seattle to Minneapolis. What I'm attempting to do now is recap a weeks' worth of travels in under 10 minutes. Because in 10 minutes... 10 minutes... 10 minutes...I'm wasting everyone's time. Let's cut the crap and go for the bone. The blog bone. Or something.
Right, the trip. Portland greeted us with gray skies and rain. A heartwarming welcoming. The Portland rundown: hostel was nice, clean, and cozy; Powell's is a fucking juggernaut of a bookstore; Nick Barbery --- Sorry, I need to interject Ben's
rant when he just discovered I'm blogging: "Stop blogging! I say, everywhere we go, 'Stop blogging! Don't blog anymore!'" --- introduced us to corn pizza (as in, the topping is corn); Merlin is totally, for real, 100% coming back (and he means business, what with his awesome 80's cover art); Portland is a small city, has a hometown feel; I bought boots and left my sneakers near a trashcan in the SW district, hoping someone with size 9.5 feet can use them; the birds in Portland are massive and will swallow small children whole; Santa will fucking cut you if you get on his bad side.Our 10 minutes are up. And that's just a slice of Portland. More to come later. Here are some pictures, so maybe you won't feel like this is a complete waste of a post.
2 comments:
mmm corn pizza sounds gooooood
The art of traveling, especially when you have no companion, is the freedom it gives.
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