To our surprise, we woke up on Saturday morning to a blue sky and clean, cool air. The sun danced between the clouds. I was relieved to have brought my sunglasses, which I assumed I wouldn’t need in the notoriously rainy and cloudy city. My cousin and her boyfriend—and the rest of the locals, I noticed—seemed impressed with the early-autumn weather.
After breakfast the six of us wandered through Pike Place Market, the guys in their waterproof jackets and I in my rubber Hunter boots, certain that rainfall was imminent. (It wasn’t.) Jeff and I bought magnets for the collection on our fridge—we get them from every city we vacation in—and sugary donut holes for the group. Then we walked to the gum wall and added our chewed gum to the repulsive assortment of sticky, rainbow-colored pieces, which covered an entire brick wall outside a theater. It was nauseating, yet fascinating. We took a ferry to Bainbridge Island and back. We ordered pumpkin spice lattes from the very first Starbucks. We drove to a park with the most picturesque view of any West Coast city I’ve been to. But the best part was my dinner: creamy clam chowder, cod and cooked-to-perfection crab. (Not only delicious but also high-quality brain food for baby!)
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