Leaves in space
I knew autumn was going to be the craziest time of my recent memory. (Jen knows well that 2007 is our joint Year of the Surreal, and that is ongoing.) So with changing leaves and space needles, I am definitely sticking with both of those labels.
As of last night, we are now in Seattle. (_We_ meaning The Boy and I rather than Jen and I. I realise vague pronoun references are almost as annoying as knowing that I am yet again in the same country as Jen and yet no.where.near.) A few days of touristy goodness. Then a few days of work for me. Then a good week of a proper holiday for both of us, in which he navigates while I drive us to Vancouver and we take the ferry to Victoria and assorted other things that are lovely in this part of the world.
It’s not the time of year that one would normally book a holiday to the pacific northwest, and we are enjoying that very much. Of all the times I have been to this city, today is the first time I have been up the Space Needle, and there were approximately six other people up there. Including a British couple, of course. It is chilly but not freezing. Clear and crisp. Nothing a lot of coffee won’t solve. The Boy is not tiring of his highly original game of saying ‘Oh! There’s a Starbucks!’ in a way that reminds me a bit of ‘Look kids—Big Ben and Houses of Parliament!’ In general, it’s just not as busy right now as in the summer. Which is fine, because if you haven’t heard, we queue enough in England already. To put certain minds at ease, I am still on the decaf though I am jealous that someone else has had like three double tall lattes today and isn’t wired in the slightest. I’ll get over it.
And the obligatory twee-but-true observation: long-haul travel is far more fun when someone else comes along. Though it’s a tough choice when only one of you gets offered a free upgrade to first class.
xlovesx
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