Today is a red letter day. Finally! We arrive at The Duck Store. This campus is the craziest place I have ever driven. I think The Duck had a wing in designing it. Bicycles are whizzing around and people and buses and cars parked very strangely. But it was meant to be. We found a perfect parking place and ran the gauntlet in front of the store.
Onward to Portland. No churches today. Tomorrow.
We decided to get a room in the city (pricey to stay downtown, but I wanted to be able to walk to restaurants). Rain from Eugene to Portland, but by the time we pulled up to the hotel the clouds were breaking up.
Walking to dinner down NW 23rd Street was really fun. Vespas for sale!
Murals. Reminds me of Lompoc. I love that artistic connection. I think it's why I felt instantly comfortable here. I love walking this neighborhood, even though Sarah noted that the people don't look at you or say hello like they do in the smaller cities. You know, real big city stuff. But I think there is some vibe we give off that marks us as outsiders. After all, I have been told that Portlanders want you to come and spend your money, they just don't want you to stay.
Neighborhood: Coffee shops. Yoga omnipresent. Massage Therapy. I could see Sarah here. She would fit right in. It is made for young ones, that's for sure. Very trendy. But very cool.
Smoothies. I love this. So much fun. So creative.
This one is for Jack the Dog.
And one for Mao Ping and Mab.
Lompoc! Here we are such a long way from home and what do we see?
Dinner...excellent carne asada and a beautiful flan with an agave nectar sauce. Amazing texture and not too sweet.
Casa del Matador. Oh, yeah.
But we passed Pacific Pie on the way back to the hotel and decided to pick up a goodie for later. Salted Caramel Chocolate Tart. Outstanding! Highly recommended. Sorry, no pic. The evidence was destroyed before the camera could capture it.
Tomorrow: Old stomping grounds. After 35 years...wow!
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