It is with great sadness that I report that I’m leaving Seattle tomorrow morning. I’m excited about what lays beyond, but this city, which I first visited in 1990 (ouch, I’m old!) has been nothing but lovely to me since I arrived. We had hot, but when it was hot there were drinks (like bubble watermelon juice)
I got hungry, but when I was hungry there was food (from Tacos del Mar):
and when I needed a snack, there was that, too (top pot donuts):
Friends, real and imaginary who plied me with food and drink and watched me drink my volume in coffee, took me thrift shopping, invited me to ukelele sing-alongs and out to dinner to meet their wives, and came from far away, hosted me beautifully and invited me to play in their foam pits:
and with their dogs:
And Seattle trotted out one of its prettiest days of the summer for me to absorb, with sculpture:
and Chinatown gates:
And even strangers were horribly photogenic:
and here’s what they saw of me, as I made my way around town.
And I may have missed the 4th of July, but here’s an actual, unretouched photo of a sunset Seattle threw in my honor.
I guess if a city did that for you, you’d come back too.
Onward and southward. They call it Portland. I call it a place that used to be home.