Tuesday morning we pack up the car and drive the comparitively short 3 hour drive to portland.
We arrive early enough in the day to get some lunch in the trendy downtown Pearl St. district. Then Mark and I leave Christina in the largest bookstore in North America. We walk around downtown a bit, sticking our head in art galleries and any other building that looks interesting, including a performance theater called The Armory which has fantastic architecture inside.
We meet back up with Christina and spend some time in the bookstore. This compliments my visit to the largest bookstore in South America earlier this year, El Ateneo in Buenos Aires.
Afterwards we take the streetcar up to Nob Hill and walk around, enjoying the elegant homes and peaceful streets. Portland reminds me greatly of a city like Marietta, if Marietta had progressed over time instead of staying in a perpetual time warp (save the addition of drive-thrus and Walmarts). The geography, especially being on a river with hilly, tree-lined streets emulates Southern/Eastern Ohio. It makes me feel very much at home.
My friend Amanda is in Portland for the summer, on break from Ballet Met Columbus to dance with a local Portland group. It's really cool to be able to meet up with her for dinner, and we go back down to the Pearl St. area and enjoy a great meal.
Afterwards it's back up to Nob Hill to experience some of the local nightlife. We check out a martini bar and walk around a bit.
Our hotel is far on the outskirts of town.
In the morning we venture back into town to visit the fabled VooDoo Donuts. An establishment where you can learn Swahili, be legally married, and eat some of the strangest donuts I've ever seen.
I feel sufficiently uncomfortable and the counter girl, probably on drugs, gives Christina the wrong donut.
We head out of Portland.
We arrive early enough in the day to get some lunch in the trendy downtown Pearl St. district. Then Mark and I leave Christina in the largest bookstore in North America. We walk around downtown a bit, sticking our head in art galleries and any other building that looks interesting, including a performance theater called The Armory which has fantastic architecture inside.
We meet back up with Christina and spend some time in the bookstore. This compliments my visit to the largest bookstore in South America earlier this year, El Ateneo in Buenos Aires.
Afterwards we take the streetcar up to Nob Hill and walk around, enjoying the elegant homes and peaceful streets. Portland reminds me greatly of a city like Marietta, if Marietta had progressed over time instead of staying in a perpetual time warp (save the addition of drive-thrus and Walmarts). The geography, especially being on a river with hilly, tree-lined streets emulates Southern/Eastern Ohio. It makes me feel very much at home.
My friend Amanda is in Portland for the summer, on break from Ballet Met Columbus to dance with a local Portland group. It's really cool to be able to meet up with her for dinner, and we go back down to the Pearl St. area and enjoy a great meal.
Afterwards it's back up to Nob Hill to experience some of the local nightlife. We check out a martini bar and walk around a bit.
Our hotel is far on the outskirts of town.
In the morning we venture back into town to visit the fabled VooDoo Donuts. An establishment where you can learn Swahili, be legally married, and eat some of the strangest donuts I've ever seen.
I feel sufficiently uncomfortable and the counter girl, probably on drugs, gives Christina the wrong donut.
We head out of Portland.
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