Today’s selfie was unavoidable because I simply had to record this Art-o-mat sighting. From their website: “Art-o-mat® machines are retired cigarette vending machines that have been converted to vend art.” What a wonderful idea! Between this and the micro-libraries I saw in front yards as … Continue reading Day 53 of Project 365: Art-o-mat.
This was one of the best days of my life, and of course I took zero photos of any of the great things that happened. I flail at executing this project at times, I really do. But I persist. So today’s photo is of a … Continue reading Day 52 of Project 365: One inside the other.
“Let’s go see the goats,” she said. Because that is a thing you do in Portland. You go see the Belmont Goats and scratch their wee ears (if they are into it) and tell them they are beautiful. And they are beautiful. Here is my … Continue reading Day 51 of Project 365: The Belmont Goats.
Because sitting in my office with the door closed while eating a wilted salad and trying not to cry is not an acceptable new hobby, here is the briefest of notes on our trip to Portland.
It feels so good to take a risk — traveling with friends — and have it turn out better than I could have hoped. Although it is always nice to have alone-time with FunkyPlaid, the four of us made a great team.
The highlights were many, and involved eating, geocaching, and visiting with friends. There was only one lowlight, in the form of an overpriced and disappointing meal at Bluehour, which I will be reviewing in detail soon. In fact, I have decided to dedicate a portion of this site to reviews, focusing on but not limited to my culinary adventures. It’s well past time.
Portland is enchanting. I love the Pacific Northwest for so many reasons, but the people I meet there consistently impress me. Seattle and Vancouver are more culturally diverse, and therefore more compelling to me, but Portland is so charming and quaint without being precious that I could easily see myself living there.
FunkyPlaid and I are Active Travelers, which is a kind way of saying that we neglect to schedule downtime and end up rather frazzled on the last days of our vacation. We ran out of time before we ran out of things we wanted to do and people we wanted to see, so we’ll just have to go back.
We had planned to leave Portland before breakfast, but overslept, so we decided to enjoy one last meal at Kennedy School. Here FunkyPlaid reads the Oregonian as we wait for our delicious food to arrive.
Falling for Portland took me completely by surprise. I am sure that a small measure of the starry-eyed wonder had to do with my utter SF burnout, but I hadn’t expected to feel so at home in a new place. Portland fuses the best parts of three of my favorite cities, Seattle and Pittsburgh and Chicago, and the result is a homey yet cosmopolitan mixture with incredible people and food and art and architecture and geography and weather all at once.
Back at home, I am able to gaze upon the very good life I have here with fresher eyes. Without a doubt, San Francisco is an amazing place and I am lucky to be here. I am also ready to be somewhere else. With a bit more luck, one of my future somewhere-elses will be Portland.