The last time Suzanne was in Seattle, she was safely coddled in Barb's tummy. That's how long it has been since we've traveled north to see our good friends Anson and Alder. (Suzanne, for those not counting, is now five.) So today we packed up the Volvo and headed north. It was a flawless day -- dry and sunny and temperate. Traffic wasn't too bad. We arrived at our rental (our first AirBnB), met the landlord, saw the place. It's great! For the price of a hotel room (OK, maybe a little more than the price of a hotel room), we get this guy's two bedroom daylight basement apartment with kitchenette and nice garden in a super nice neighborhoood (I'm worried right now that our '99 Volvo is leaking oil on the otherwise flawless concrete street). It's got a piano. It's got a 55" plasma TV with one of those universal remotes that shares more DNA with a smartphone than with the cable TV channel changers of my youth. It's got a thing that looks like a wine bottle, but is actually a container for wine accessories.
After we got settled, we connected with Anson and Alder and then walked to a restaurant that is purportedly the best Mexican food in Seattle. I haven't done a comprehensive survey of Mexican restaurants in Seattle, but after eating there I can confidently say, "It was good!"
Then on the walk home (and these walks were kinda long -- Anson is a walker) we decided to spend a little time at the very cool playground at the park near their apartment building. So instead of brushing their teeth at eight o'clock, the girls were hanging on for dear life as they zoomed down a zip line illuminated only by the dim glow of some municipal lamps.
It was a great day.
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| At the highway rest stop on our journey north, the girls couldn't resist climbing this wall. |
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| On our walk to the restaurant, I got the feeling that Seattle is a much bigger, more urban city than Portland. Maybe I'm wrong, but on the other hand: look! grafitti! |
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| Anson and Elizabeth on the way to the restaurant. Just a guess, but Elizabeth is probably bending Anson's ear on the subject of Harry Potter. |
At the restaurant, the girls very much enjoyed their virgin strawberry margaritas.
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| Suzanne in the urban playground. |
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