Seattle Day One

I'm writing to you poolside after some amazing Olive Garden salad and soup. Jeremy is swimming and I'm sitting on the sidelines because I didn't bring my bathing suit, it's not warm enough for swimming (at least for me) and when I looked at weather last week it was supposed to be in the 50s with some rain.

Well it's been an interesting first day in Seattle. First and foremost, this city is absolutely beautiful. The traffic SUCKS but that's the same in any city you go to. We headed downtown first thing this morning for some coffee, I got an Americano at an organic french bakery downtown, the name of which escapes me at the moment, and Jeremy picked up his white mocha at the first Starbucks we saw. Then it was off to the Pike Place Market where I picked up some great finds for some great people back home including beautiful handmade rings with handmade glass stones in them for Mom and Jen and then some Rooibos tea for my good pal Jake. And yes, I realized that I'm spoiling the surprise since I know at least one of them reads this blog, too bad so sad, no surprise for you. I'm still looking for the perfect thing for Dad.

We did get lost for a while and made some extra unnecessary miles but hey it's a pretty city so it didn't all go to waste, we got some good pictures and had a good time. My feet, however, did not enjoy the journey too much. I wore black Old Navy flip flops, which I'm sure creates the reaction of "Bekah, duh, why would you walk around downtown Seattle all day in flip flops? You moron." But here's the thing. Old Navy flip flops and I are like best friends, we do everything together, including walking around new cities for hours on end and until today we have never had an issue. I blame Old Navy's new flip flops design this year, they just don't break in like they used to, and I think the straps go further down your foot, either way, I was disappointed. It's the Pumas from here on out.

Around 3 or 4 PM Jeremy and I both realized that we were zonked so we headed back to the hotel where I nursed my screaming feet for a little bit and then took a quick nap, then it was up at 6 and off for dinner. We arrive at Olive Garden and find a parking space and Jeremy decides to back in. So we're backing in, no problems -- or so we thought. We get in and this woman screams "OH MY GOD!!! STOP STOP STOP STOP!!!!" and I immediately think "Oh my God, we've hit her child, oh my God." And I start mentally freaking out. And so I look at Jeremy and I'm like "What happened?" To which he replies "I think I hit a little bit of the curb?" Are you kidding me?! She freaked out because we hit a little bit of the curb? Come on! Jeremy, being smarter than I, got quietly out of the car and we walked into the restaurant. Quite frankly, had it been me I probably would have given the lady a piece of my mind for freaking me out so badly, but that's just me. We walk out of the restaurant after dinner and inspect the back end of the car....nothing, not a thing. Uy mio.

Now we're back at the hotel, he's swimming, I'm sitting on the chair with my feet up. (Feet, please forgive me?) Soon we'll head back inside for some mind-numbing evening television and some Ben & Jerry's that we picked up from the 7-11 (Oh thank heaven!) down the street from the hotel. Still working on the pictures, our internet connection at the hotel isn't stable enough to allow me to upload any today. Maybe later tonight?