Saturday, August 11, 2012

Hello Seattle- day 11

Today we officially entered Seattle. This song only seemed appropriate to play. . .


We met up with my dad's cousin who acted as our guide as we explored the Public Market. . .

As we walked, this darling alley caught my attention. . .

Middle Sister and Youngest Sister tried out these seats. . .

Stalls emerged. . .

We passed the very first Starbucks (Rebekah- the crowds masked the smell of coffee, but any whiff I caught was wonderful :). . .

We heard that this highway is planned to be relocated so the view of the water is undisturbed. . .

Signs for the market were everywhere. . .




Then we came into the thick of things. . .


Food for the eyes. . .

Smells so sweet. . .

 And then the seafood, simply smelly. . .

We didn't witness any fish throwing, but we did see the throwers and fish. . .  

I caught a glimpse into a sandwich shop. . .

Then we went back outside, seeing a hint of what was to come (The Space Needle!). . .

Quirky lit-up cup. . . 

Man who wheeled out in front of us, into the street, saying "Watch me", and promptly did a wheely down the hill. . .

Walking to the Space Needle. . .

Getting closer. . .

Going to the top. . .





And a Mexican lunch on the water, but off the beaten path. . .


After that we dropped my dad's cousin off at his place, then relaxed at our hotel for a few hours. Then we headed back to my dad's cousin's house and enjoyed a delicious dinner he made. Turns out, we weren't his only guests.  His roommate (who happened to be climbing Mount Baker) signed them up for a thing called Couch Surfing. Basically, you create an account and have people come stay at your house. Then they write a review for you, and those reviews help you get to stay at other peoples houses. Who knew?!?! Well, we got to meet one of these couch surfers who is originally from France and now lives in Montreal. French Couch Surfer has been traveling the United States over the past six weeks, meeting all kinds of other couch surfers, and driving an $800 dollar van. Wow. Talk about a fascinating dinner conversation! After eating, we walked down to see the house boats. . .




Fascinating, right down to the mailboxes. . . 



Guard cat  :) . . .

 One of the few flies I'd seen on one of many beautiful flowers. . .

Then we admired the sunset from a kind of deck cut-out in the roof. . .




Next came a real treat- Crepe making! French Couch Surfer knew his stuff, and even worked around our allergies. . .

He let each of us practice flipping. . .

The crepes were incredible. . .

Still, we were all amazed when he told us "I want to open my own sweet shop in St. Petersburg, Russia." Double take. Russia?!?! Turns out he is going there for three months and plans to learn the language. The whole evening was memorable, to say the least.

A huge thank you to my dad's cousin for his hospitality. And, French Couch Surfer, blessed travels to you.

May you too be blessed wherever your travels take you~ Megan

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