In Portland.

There was a high of 83 degrees on Saturday. I’ll take any opportunity to get rid of my TOMS tan.

Powell’s Books.

Relocated my usual mess.

Flags and lights.

Brunch at Irving St. Kitchen in the Pearl District.





Sweet Potato Veggie Burger. David thought this was the best veggie burger he’s had in a while, but… “This was the most inventive by far, but it was not the best tasting” -His describing why Uneeda Burger in Fremont Seattle is better.

Close up.

Roasted Summer Vegetables.

Smoked Tasso Jambalaya Skillet. I know.

Creative Moleskine check books.


Juice break at Local Choice Produce Market.

Fresh Juice, Americano and 2oz. ginger shot. I had a sip of the shot, it burned like crazy and did not taste good.

Walking from the Pearl District to Old Chinatown.

Currently playing.

We stopped at the waterfront to put together a mini kite David bought.

Then realized we needed glue. And to learn Japanese.

Voodoo Doughnuts.

We waited for about 30 minutes and had to make it count. We had to eat them all, we had no choice..

First night.

Upon arrival, we quickly walked from our hotel near the Waterfront/Old Chinatown up to the Pearl District for drinks and a bite. “A bite.” Okay, for some heavy eating. After circling the busy blocks a few times, we stumbled upon an intriguing indoor-outdoor bar that seemed too interesting to miss. There, we grabbed some good food and drinks and met a group of hometown friends who were also visiting the city. The night ended with karaoke, photo booths, and a missed opportunity: Voodoo Doughnuts sans line. We were too tired. I know, I know.

Crystal Hotel Portland.

Ringlers Annex.

The upstairs holds about eight people comfortably and overlooks the main bar.

Catered by Zeus Cafe.


Modest bar.

Truffle Fries with delicious dipping sauces.

Linguine with Clams.

Night lights.

Passing Voodoo Doughnuts. This is not the end…

Train ride.

We left for Portland on Friday and were able to enjoy some well-lit scenery because of Solstice. One highlight of the ride included seeing the nice parks and new developments at the Tacoma Waterfront. We’re making it a point to take a drive down there for a day, as we’ve never been before. Although the ride included a few stops and operated at a moderate pace (nothing too exhilarating), it was great to get to Portland early, if not right on time. Unlike driving, train traffic is nearly non-existent, and we often forget how little time we get, but want, to just stare out a window and gaze.

King Street Station.

Snack and hydration for the ride.

Jackson Street entrance.

Amtrak Cascades from Seattle to Portland in 3 hours and 40 minutes(-).

Korean Sushi.

Welcome Aboard!

Puget Sound past Tacoma.

Sparkling water.

Shifting clouds.

Near Vancouver, WA.

Arriving in Portland.

More of Portland to come!